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Jt    Imitated  in  the  Language  cf  the  '  *^ 

J  NEW    TESTAMENT,  ' 


And  applied  to  the 


Chriflian. State  and  Worihip.  1 
By    I.  WATTS,  D.  D.    | 


Luke  xxiv.  44. — All  Things  mttfi  be  fulfilled 
which  <were  written  in— the  Pfalmsi  concern- 
ing me-. 

Heb.  m.  32. — David,  Samuel,  and  the  Pro- 
phets. Ver.  4.0. — That  they  without  us  Jhould 
not  be  made  p  erf  eel. 


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MDCC-LXXXVII. 


THE 

PSALMS  of  DAVID, 

Imitated  in  the  Language  of  the 

N  EW    TEST  A  MEN  T. 


P  S  A  t  M    I.       Common  Metre. 
*The  nvay  and  end  of  the  righteous  and  the  wicked? 
i  "Ty  LEST  is  the  man  who  mans  the  place 

J3     Where  finners  love  to  meet  ; 
Who  fears  to  tread  their  wicked-  ways. 
And  hates  the  fccifer  s  feat  : 

2  Who  in  the  ftatutes  of  the  Lord 

Has  plac'd  his  chief  delight  ; 
By  day  he  reads  or  hears  the  word, 

And  meditates  by  night. 

[3  He,  like  a  plant  of  gen'rous  kind 

By  living  waters  fet, 
Safe  from  the  ftorms  and  blading  wind* 

Enjoys  a  peaceful  ftate.] 

4  Green  as  the  leaf,  and  ever  fair 
Shall  his  profefiion  mine  ; 

While  fruits  of  holinefs  appear 
Like  clutters  on  the  vine. 

5  Not  fo  the  imp'ous  and  unjuil  5 
What  vain  defigns  they  form  ! 

Their  hopes  are  blown  away  like  duff, 
Or  chaff  before  the  ftorm. 

6  Sinners 


4  PSALM.    I. 

6  Sinners  in  judgment  fhall  not  Hand 
Araongfl:  the  Tons  of  grace, 

When  Chrift  the  Judge  at  his  right  hand 
Appoints  his  faints  a  place. 

7  His  eye  beholds  the  path  they  tread, 
His  heart  approves  it  well  ; 

But  crooked  ways  of  Tinners  lead 
Down  to  the  gates  of  hell. 

PSALM     I.       Short  Metre, 

*rhe  faint  happy,  the  Jitmer  miferable* 

1  *  |  SHE  man  is  ever  bled 

J[      Who  fhuns  the  finners'  ways, 
Among  their  counfels  never  ftands, 
Nor  takes  the  fcorner's  place. 

2  Who  makes  the  law  of  God 
His  ftudy  and  delight, 

Amidft  the  labors  of  the  day, 
And  watches  of  the  night. 

3  He  like  a  tree  fhall  thrive, 
With  waters  near  the  root  : 

Frefli  as  the  leaf  his  nan,"  fhall  live  £ 
His  works  are  heav'nly  ..ruit. 

4  But  the  ungodly  race 
Shall  no  fuch  blefiings  find  : 

Their  hopes  fhall  flee  like  empty  chaff 
Before  the  driving  wind. 

5  How  will  they  bear  to  Hand 
Before  that  Judgment-feat, 

Where  all  the  faints  at  Chrilt's  right  hand, 
In  full  afTembly  meet  ? 

6  He  knows  and  he  approves 
The  way  the  right'ous  go  ; 

But  fmners  and  their  works  fhall  meet 
A  dreadful  overthrow.. 

PSALM 


P  S  A  L  M    I.  II.  s 

PSALM     L       Long  Metre. 

The  difference  between  the  righteous  and  the  wicked, 

I   TJAPPY  the  man,  whofe  cautious  feet 
j  J  Shun  the  broad  way  which  iinners  go5 
Who  hates  the  place  where  ath'iUs  meet* 
And  fears  to  talk  as  fcoffers  do. 

2-  He  loves  to  pafs  his  morning  light 
Amongft  the  ftatutes  of  the  Lord  ; 
And  fpends  the  wakeful  hours  of  night 
With  pleafure,  pond'ring  o'er  the  word. 

3  He,  like  a  plant  by  gentle  ftreams, 
Shall  ftourifh  in  immortal  green  j 

And  heav'n  will  mine  with  kmdefl  beams  - 
Gn  ev'ry  work  his  hands  begin. 

4  But  finners  find  their  counfels  croft  ; 
As  chaff  before  the  tempeil  Hies  ; 

So  (hall  their  hopes  be  blown  and  loft. 
When  the  laft  trumpet  makes  the  ikies, 

5  In  vain  the  rebels  feek  to  ftand 
In  judgment,  with  the  pious  race  ; 
The  dreadful  Judge  with  ftern  command 
Divides  them  to  a  diif 'rent  place. 

6  f(  Straight  is  the  way  my  faints  have  trod, 
**  I  blefs'd  the  path  and  drew  it  plain  ; 

tf  But  you  would  choofe  the  crooked  road, 
*r  And  down  it  leads  to  endiefs  pain.5' 

P  S  A  L  M    II,       Short  Metre. 

Tranflated  according  to  the  divine  pattern, 

Jcls  iv.  24.  &c . 
Chrilt's  dying,  rt/zngy  interceding  and  reigning. 

[1   "]%  ff  AKER  and  fov'reign  Lord 

J- V JL     Of  heav'n,  and  earth  and  feas, 
Thy  providence  confirms  thy  word, 
And  anfwers  tby  decrees.- 

A  2  .     2  The 


6  PSALM    L 

2  The  things  fo  lorn*  foretold 
.     By  David  are  fulfill'd, 

When  Jeuus  and  Gentiles  join  to  flay- 
Jefus,  thine  only  child.] 

3  Why  did  the  Gentiles  rage, 
And  Jews,  with'one  accord, 

Bend  all  their  counfels  to  deftroy 
TiV  anointed  of  the  Lord  I 

4  Rulers  and  kings  agree 
To  form  a  vain  defign  ; 

Againil  the  Lord  their  pow'rs  unite^ 
Againft  his  Chrift  they  join. 

5  The  Lord  derides  their  rage, 
And  will  fupport  his  throne, 

The  Lord  who  rais'd  him  from  the  dead 
Hath  own'd  him  for  his  Son. 

Pa   us   e. 

6  Now  he's  afcended  high, 
And  afks  to  rule  the  earth  ; 

The  merit  of  his  blood  he  pleads, 
And  pleads  his  heav'nly  birth. 

7  He  afks,  and  God  be  Sows 
A  large  inheritance  ; 

Far  as  the  world's  remoteft  ends 
His  kingdom  fhall  advance. 

3  The  nations  who  rebel 

Mufl  feel  his  iron  rod  ; 
He'll  vindicate  thofe  honors  well,. 

Which  he  receiv'd  from  God. 

[9  Be  wife,  ye  rulers,  now, 

And  worfhip  at  his  throne  ; 
With  trembiing  joy,  ye  people,,  bow 

To  God's  exalted  Son. 

10  If  once  his  wrath  arife, 
Ye  perifli  on  the  place  ; 

Then 


V s  $  A  L  M    IL  ; 

Then  bleffed  is  the  foul  who  flies 
For  refuge,  to  his  grace.] 

PSA  L  M    II.      Common  Metre. 

fT|7HY  did  the  nations  join  to  ilay 

Y V    The  Lord's  anointed  Son  I 
Why  did  they  caft  his  laws  away, 
And  tread  his  gofpel  down  ? 

z  The  Lord  who  fits  above  the  fkie3 

Derides  their  rage  below. 
He  fpeaks  with  veng'ance  in  his  eyes 

And  ltrikes  their  fpirits  through, 

3  *f  I  call  him  my  eternal  Son, 

(<  And  raife  him  from  the  dead  5 
*c  I  make  my  holy  hill  his  throne, 
"  And  wide  his  kingdom  fpread. 

4  "  Afe  me,  my  Son,  and  then  enjoys 
t!  The  utmoft  Heathen  lands  ; 

*'  Thy  rod  of  iron  (hall  deftroy 
"  The  rebel  who  withftands." 

5  Be  wife,  ye  rulers  of  the  earth, 
Obey  th'  anointed  Lord, 

Adore  the  King  of  heav'nly  birth, 
And  tremble  at  his  word. 

6  With  humble  love  addrefs  his  throne  ■ 
For  if  he  frown,  ye  die  : 

Thofe  are  fecure,  and  thofe  alonCj, 
Who  on  his  grace  rely.. 

PSALM     II.       Long  Metre, 

Chrift's  death ,  refufre&ion  and  afcenfion. 

1   TT7HY  did  the  Jews  proclaim  their  rage  ? 
\  y     The  Romans ,  why  their  fwords  employ  ? 
Again  ft  the  Lord  their  pow'rs  engage, 
His  dear  anointed  to  deitroy  r 

2  «  Come 


S  P  S  A  L  M    fr. 

2  "  Come,  let  us  break  his  bands,  they  fay5. 
**  This  man  (hall  never  give  us  laws,'* 

And  thus  they  caft  his  yoke  away, 
And  nail'd  the  Monarch  to  the  crofs. 

3  But  God,  who  high  in  glory  reigns, 
Laughs  at  their  pride,  their  rage  controuls  I 
He'll  vex  their  hearts  with  inward  pains, 
And  fpeak  in  thunder  to  their  fouls. 

4  * '  I  will  maintain  the  King  I  made 
"■  On  Zion's  everlafting  lull  ; 

<c  My  hand  mall  bring  him  from  the  dead,* 
"  And  he  fhall  ftand  your  Sov'reign  flilh" 

[5  His  vvond'rous  rifing  from  the  earth 
Makes  his  eternal  God -head  known  ; 
The  Lord  declares  his  heav'nly  birth, 
'*  This  day  have- 1  begot  my  Son. 

6  "  Afcend,  ray  Son,  to  my  right  hand,. 
"  There  thou  (halt  afk,  and  I  beftow 

'*  Theutmofl  bounds  of 'Heathen  lands, 
"  To  thee  the  Northern  ifles  fhall  bow.1' 

7  But  nations  who  refift  his  grace 
Shall  fall  beneath  his  iron  flroke  ; 
His  rod  fhall  crufh  his  foes  with  eafe, 
As  potters'  earthen  work  is  broke. 

Pause. 

8  Now  ye  who  fit  on  earthly  thrones, 
Be  wife,  and  krve  the  Lord  the  Lamb  : 
Now  at  his  feet  fubmit  your  crowns, 
Rejoice  and  tremble  at  his  name. 

9  With  humble  love  addrefs  the  Son, 
Left  he  grow  angry,  and  ye  die  ; 

His  wrath  fhall  burn  to  worlds  unknown, 
If  ye  provoke  his  jealoufy. 

30  His  ftorms  fhall  drive  you  quick  to  hell  ; 
He  is  a  God,  and  ye  but  duft, 

Happy 


P  S  A  L  M    HI..  9 

Happy  the  fouls  who  know  him  well. 
And  make  his  grace  their  only  trull. 

P  S   A  L  M     III.       Common  Metre. 

Doubts  and  fears  fupprejfed  ;  or,  GOD  our  de- 
fence from  Jin  and  Satan. 

1  ~j\  jT  Y  God,  how  many  are  my  fears  I 
J.VA.     How  fafi  my  foes  increafe  i 

Gonfpiring  my  eternal  death, 
They  break  my  prefent  peace. 

2  The  lying  tempter  would  perfuads 
There's  no  relief  in  heav'n  ; 

And  all  my  fwelling  fins  appear 
Too  big  to  be  forgiv'n- 

3  But  thou,  my  glory  and  my  ilrengtk>. 
Shalt  on  the  tempter  tread, 

Shalt  filence  all  my  threat'ning  guilt, , 
And  raife  my  drooping  head. 

[4  I  cry'd,  and  from  his  holy  hill 

He  bow'd  a  HnVning  ear  ; 
I.  call 'd.  my  Father  and  my  God, 

And  he  fubdu'd  my  fear. 

5  He  flied  foft  {lumbers  on  mine  eyes, 
In  fpight  of  all  my  foes  ; 

I  'woke,  and  wonder'd  at  the  grace 
Which  guarded  my  repofe.] 

6  What  though  the  holts  of  death  and  hsll 
All  arm'd  againfl  me  flood, 

Terrors  no  more  fhall  make  my  foul  ; 
My  refuge  is  my  God^ 

7  Arife,  Q  Lord,  fulfil  thy  grace, 
While  I. thy  glory- fing  : 

My  God  hath  broke  the  ferpent's  teeth, 
And  death  has  loft  his  fling. 

&  Salvation  to  the  Lord  belongs, 

His  .arm  alone  can  Cave  ;■:  Elefiings 


to        PSALM    III.  IV. 

Dleflings  attend  thy  people  here, 
And  reach  beyond  the  grave. 

PSALM    III.       Long  Metre. 

A  Morning  Pfalm.  N 
t  f*\  Lord,  how  many  are  my  foes 

V_/  In  this  weak  Hate  of  flelh  and  blood  I 
My  peace  they  daily  diicompofe, 
But  my  defence  and  hope  is  God. 

2  Tir'd  with  the  burdens  of  the  day, 
To  thee  I  rais'd  an  ev'ning  cry  : 
Thou  heard'ft  when  I  began  to  pray* 
And  thine  almighty  help  was  nigh. 

3  Supported  by  thine  heav'nly  aid, 
I  laid  me  down  and  flept  fecure  : 

Not  death  mould  make  my  heart  afraid, 
Though  I  mould  wake  and  rife  no  more. 

4  But  God  fuftain'd  me  all  the  night  y 
Salvation  doth  to  God  belong  : 

He  rais'd  my  head  to  fee  the  light, 
And  make  his  praife  my  morning  fong. 

PSALM   "IV.       Long  Metre. 

Hearing  of  prayer  ;   or,    GOD  our  portion,  and 
€hriji  our  Jsope. 

1  y^\  God  of  grace  and  right'oufnefs, 
\J  Hear  and  attend  when  I  complain  : 

Thou  haft  enlarg'd  me  in  diftrefs, 
Bow  down  a  gracious  ear  again. 

2  Ye  fons  of  men,  in  vain  ye  try 
To  turn  my  glory  into  (hame  r 
How  long  will  fcofFers  love  to  lie, 

And  dare  reproach  my  Saviour's  name  *" 

3  Know  that  the  Lord  divides  his  faints 
From  all  the  tribes  of  men  befide  ; 

He  hears  the  cry  of  penitents 

For  the  dear  fake. of  Chrift  who  dy'd. 

4  When 


PSALM    IV.  V.         ii 

4  When  our  obed'ent  hands  have  done 
A  thoufand  works  of  right'oufnefs, 
We  put  our  trufi  in  God  alone, 

And  glory  in  his  pard'ning  grace, 

5  Let  the  unthinking  many  fay, 
Who  will  beftoiu  fome  earthly  good  ? 
But,  Lord,  thy  light  and  love  we  pray  5 
Out  fouls  deiire  this  heav'nly  food. 

6  Then  mall  my  cheerful  pow'rs  rejoice, 
At  grace  and  favor  fo  divine  ; 

Nor  will  I  change  *my  happy  choice 
For  all  their  corn,  and  all  their  wine. 

PSALM     IV.       Common  Metre. 

An  Evening  Pfalm* 

i   T   O  R  D,  thou  wilt  hear  me  when  I  pray  5 
JL/     I  am  for  ever  thine, 

1  fear  before  thee  all  the  day., 

Nor  would  I  dare  to  fin. 

2  And  while  I  reft  my  weary  head 
From  cares  and  bus'nefs  free, 

'Tis  fweet  converling  on  my  bed 
With  my  own  heart  and  thee. 

3  I  pay  this  ev'ning  facrifice  ; 
And  when  my  work  is  done, 

Great  God,  my  faith  and  hope  relies 
Upon  thy  grace  alone. 

4  Thus  with  my  thoughts  compos'd  to  peace, 
I'll  give  mine  eyes  to  fleep  ; 

Thy  hand  in  fafety  keeps  my  days^ 
And  will  my  flumbers  keep. 

P  S  A  L  M    V. 
For  the  Lord's -Day  Morning, 
\  V    O  R  D,    in  the  morning  thou  (halt  hear 
JLrf     My  voice  afcending  high  : 

Ta 


«  PSAL  'M    VI. 

To  thee  will  I  direct  my  pray'r, 
To  thee  lift  up  mine  eye. 

2  Up  to  the  hills  where  Chrifi  is  gone 
To  plead  for  all  his  faints, 

Prefenting  at  his  Father's  throne 
Oar  fongs  and  our  complaints. 

3  Thou  art  a  God  before  whofe  £ght 
The  wicked  mall  not  iiand  ; 

Sinners  mall  ne'er  be  thy  delight, 
Nor  dwell  at  thy  right  hand. 

4  But  to  thyhoufe  will  I  refort, 
To  tafte  thy  mercies  there  : 

I  will  frequent  thine  holy  court, 
And  worfhip  in  thy  fear. 

5  O  may  thy  fpirit  guide  my  feet 
In  ways  of  right'oufnefs  ! 

Make  ev'ry  path  of  duty  ftraight, 
And  plain  before  my  face. 

Pause. 

6  My  watchful  enemies  combine 
To  tempt  my  feet  aftray  ; 

They  flatter  with  a  bafe  defign, 
To  make  my  foul  their  prey. 

7  Lord,  crufh  the  ferpent  in  the  duftT 
And  all  his  plots  deftroy  ; 

While  thofe  who  in  thy  mercy  trull, 
Forever  mout  for  joy. 

8  The  men  who  love  and  fear  thy  name> 
Shall  fee  their  hopes  fulfilPd  ; 

The  mighty  God  will  compafs  them. 
With  favor,  as  a  fhield. 
PSALM    VI.       Common  Metre. 
Complaint  in  Sicknefs  ;  or,  Difeafes  beaU.L 
'  i  T  N  anger,  Lord,  rebuke  me  not, 

JL    Withdraw  the  dreadful  form  ;  Nar 


PSALM    VI.  i3 

Nor  let  thy  fury  grow  fo  hot 
Againft  a  feeble  worm. 

2  My  foul  bows  down  with  heavy  cares. 
My  flefh  with  pain  opprefs'd  ; 

My  couch  is  witnefs  to  my  tears, 
My  tears  forbid  my  reft. 

3  Sorrow  and  pain  wear  out  my  days  j 
I  wafte  the  night  with  cries, 

Counting  the  minutes  as  they  pafs, 
'Till  the  flow  morning  rife. 

4  Shall  I  beilill  tormented  more  ? 
Mine  eye  confum'd  with  grief? 

^How  long,  -ray  Go  d  ,  how  long  before 
Thy  hand  affords  relief? 

5  He  hears  when  duft  and  afhes  fpeak> 
.He  pities  all  our  groans ; 

He  faves  us  for  his  mercy's  fake, 
And  heals  our  broken  bones. 

;6  The  virtue  of  his  fovereign  word 

Reftores  our  fainting  breath  ; 
33ut  filent  graves  praife  not  the  Lord, 

Nor  is  he  known  in  death. 

PSALM    VI.       Long  Metre. 
temptations  in  Jtcknefs  overcome. 

1  T    O  R  D,  I  can  fuffer  thy  rebukes, 

jLf  When  thou  with  kindnefs  doll  chaftife  j 
But  thy  fierce  wrath  I  cannot  bear, 
O  let  it  not  againft  me  rife  1 

2  Pity  my  languishing  eftate, 
And  eafe  the  forrows  which  I  feel  ; 

The  wounds  thine  heavy  hand  hath  made, 
O  let  thy  gentler  touches  heal  \ 

3  See  how  I  pafs  mv  weary  days 

In  <ighs  and  groans  ;  and  when  'tis  night, 

B  My 


14  PSALM    VII. 

My  bed  is  water'd  with  my  tears, 
My  grief  confumes  and  dims  my  fight. 

4  Look  how  the  pow'rs  of  nature  mourn:  I 
How  long,  Almighty  God,  how  long  ? 
When  mall  thine  hour  of  grace  return  i 
When  mall  I  make  thy  grace  my  fong? 

5  I  feel  my  flefh  h  near  the  grave, 
My  thoughts  are  tempted  to  defpair  ; 
But  graves  can  never  praife  the  Lord, 
For  all  is  dull  and  filence  there. 

6  Depart  ye  tempters  from  my  foul  ; 
And  all  defpairing  thoughts  depart  ; 
My  God,  who  hears  my  humble  moan, 
Will  eafe  my  pain,  and  ckeer  my  heart. 

P  S  A  L  M     VII. 

GOD'S    care  of  his  people,    and   pun'ijhmettt   of 
perfecuters. 

1  "]\/J"Y  truft  is  in  my  heavenly  Frienda 
^Vx     My  hope  in  thee,  my. God  j 

Rife,  and  my  helplefs  life  defend 
From  thofe  who  feck  my  blood. 

2  With  infolenCe  and  fury  they 
My  foul  in  pieces  tear, 

As  hungry  lions,  rend  the  prey 
When  no  deliverer's  near. 

3  If  I  have  e'er  provok'd  them  firftj 
Or  once  abus'd  my  foe, 

Then  let  him  tread  my  life  to  duila 
And  lay  mine  honour  low. 

A.  If  there  be  malice  hid  in  me, 

I  know  thy  piercing  eyes  ; 
I  fhould  not  dare  appeal  to  thee. 

Nor  afk  my  God  to  rife. 

5   A  rife,  my  God.,  lift  up  thy  hand, 

Tij  *jr  pride  and  pow'r  controul  j         Awake 


I 


P  S  A  L  M    VIIL  -is 

Awake  to  judgment,  and  command 
Deliv'rance  for  my  foul. 

Pause. 

6  Let  6rme-r3  and  their  wicked  rage 
Be  humbled  to  the  duft  : 

Shall  not  the  God-  of  truth  engage 
To  vindicate  the  juit  ? 

7  He  knows  the  heart,  he  tries  the  reins. 
He  will  defend' th'  upright  : 

His  fharpeft  arrows  he  ordains 
Againfl  the  fons  of  fpite. 

8  For  me  their  malice  digg'd  a  pit, 
But  there  themfelves  are  caft  ? 

My  God  makes  all  their  mifchief  light 
On  their  own  heads  at  laft. 

9  That  cruel  perfecu ting  race 
Muft  feel  his  dreadful  fword  ; 

Awake  my  foul,  and  praife  the  grace 
And  juftice  of  the  Lord. 

P  SAL  M    VIII.       Short  Metre. 

Gocfs  fo-vereignty  and  goodnefs  ;    and  ?nan''s    do* 
minion  ever  the  creatures. 

1  f~\  Lord,  our  heav'nly  king,- 
\J     Thy  name  is  all  divine  ; 

Thy  glories  round  the  earth  are  fpread5 
And  o'er  the  heav'ns  they  mine. 

2  When  to  thy  works  on  high 
I  raife  my  wondering  eyes, 

And  fee  the  moon,  complete  in  light. 
Adorn  the  darkfome  ikies. 

3  When  I  furvey  the  ftars, 
And  all  their  Ihining  forms, 

Lord,  what  is  man,  that  worthless  thing, 
Akin  to  duft  and  worms  ? 

B  2  4  Lordj 


*6  PSALM    VIII. 

4  Lord,  what  is  worthlefs  man, 
That  thou  fhould'ft  love  him  fo  ? 

Next  to  thine  angels  is  he  plac'd, 
And  lord  of  all  below. 

5  Thine  honors  crown  his  head,. 
While  beafls  like  flaves  obey, 

And  birds  which  cut  the  air  with  wings* 
And  fifh  which  cleave  the  fea. 

6  How1  rich  thy  hounties  are  ! 
And  wond'rous  are  thy  ways  : 

Of  duft  and  worms  thy  pow'r  can  frame 
A  monument  of  praife. 

7  [Out  of  the  mouths  of  babes 
And  fucklings,  thou  canft  draw 

Surprifing  honors  to  thy  name  ! 
And  ftrike  the  world  with  awe^ 

S  O  Lord,  our  hear*nly  king,. 

Thy  name  is  all  divine  ; 
Thy  glories  round  the  earth  are  fpreacf, 

And  o'er  the  heav'hs  they  mine.] 

PSALM    VIII.       Common  Metre. 

Gbriftys-  condefcenfion   and  glorification  ;   or,    Gcd 
made  man. 

i   •"X  Lord,  our  Lord,  how  wond'rous  great 

\J     Is  thine  exalted  name  ; 
The  glories  of  thy  heav'nly  ftate- 

Let  men  and  babes  proclaim. 

2  When  I  behold  thy  works  on  highy 
The  moon  which  rules  the  night, 

And  ftars  which  well  adorn  the  fky, 
Thofe  moving  worlds  of  light  : 

3  Lord  what  is  man,  or  all  his  race, 
Who  dwells  fo  far  below, 

That  thou  mould' ft  viftt  him  with  grace, 
And  love  his  nature  fo  I 

.    -  4  Thae 


PSALM    VIII.  17 

4  That  thine  eternal  Son  mould  bear 

To  take  a  mortal  form, 
Made  lower  than  his  angels  are, 

To  fave  a  dying  worm  ? 

[5  Yet  while  he  liv'd  on  earth  unknown., 

And  men  would  not  adore, 
Obedient  Teas  and  fifties  own, 

His  Godhead  and  his  power. 

6  The  waves  lay  fpread  beneath  his  feet  ; 
And  rlfh  at  his  command, 

Bring  their  large  fhoals  to  Peter's  net, 
Bring  tribute  to  his  hand. 

7  Thefe  leffer  glories  of  thy  Son 
Shone  through  the  flefhly  cloud  ; 

Now  we  behold  him  on  his  throne^ 
And  men  confefs  him  God.] 

8  Let  him  be  crown'd  with  majefty 
Who  bow'd  his  head  to  death  5 

And  be  his  honors  founded  high, 
By  all  things  which  have  breath. 

9  Jefus,  our  Lord,  how  wond'rous  great 
Is  thine  exalted  name  ! 

The  glories  of  thy  heav'nly  #ate 
Let  the  whole  earth  proclaim, 

PSALM     VIII.  Para}hrafed, 

Firji  Part.     Long  Metre. 

The  Rofanna  of  the  children  •;  or,  Infants  pra'fng 
God. 

1    A   LMIGHTY  Ruler  of  the  fides, 

j^\  Thro'  the  ivide  earth  thy  name  is  fpread, 
And  thine  eternal  glories  rife 
O'er  all  the  heav'ns  thy  hands  have  made. 

z  To  thee  the  voices  of  the  young     , 
A  monument  of  honor  raife  ; 

And 


i3         PSA  L  M    VIIL 

And  babes,  with  uninfrru&ed  tongue, 
Declare  the  wonders  of  thy  praife. 

;  Thy  pow'r  afliits  their  tender  age 
To  bring  proud  rebels  to  the  ground, . 
To  ftill  the  bold  blafphemer's  rage, 
And  all  their  policies  confound. 

4  Children  amidft  thy  temple  throng 
To  fee  their  great  Redeemer's  face  ; 
The  fon  of  David  is  their  fong, 
And  young  Hofannas  fill  the  place. 

5  The  frowning  fcribes  and  angry  priefts 
In  vain  their  imp'ous  cavils  bring  ; 
Revenge  fits  filent  in  their  breafts 
Whilft  Jewijb  babes  proclaim  their  king. 

PSALM     VIII.       Paraphrafcd, 
Second  Part.     Long  Metre. 

Adam  and'Qhx ill,  Lords  of  the  old  and  new  erg* 

at  ion. 

1  T    ORD,  what  was  man,  when  made  at  fir£* 
I   j  Adam,  the  offspring  of  the  duft, 

That  thou  fhould'fl  fet  him  and  his  race, 
But  juft  below  an  angel's  place  ? 

2  That  thou  ihould'fi  raife  his  nature  fo, 
And  make  him  Lord  of  all  below  ; 
Make  ev'ry  beaft  and  bird  fubmit, 
And  lay  the  fifties  at  his  feet  ? 

3  But  O  !  what  brighter  glories  wait 
To  crown  the  fecond  Adamz  Hate  ? 
What  honors  (hall  thy  Son  adorn  ;. 
Who  condefcended  to  be  born  ? 

4  See  him  below  his  angels  made  t 
See  him  in  duft  amongft  the  dead, 
To  fave  a  ruin'd  world  from  fin  ; 
Then  fee  him  reign  with  pow'r  divine. 

The 


P  S  A  L  M    IX.  if., 

5  The  world  to  come,  redeem'd  from  all 
The  mis'ries  which  attend  the  fall, 
New  made,  and  glor'ous  mail  fubmit 
At  our  exalted  Saviour's  feet. 

B  S^AIL"  m   IX.       Firfi  Part; 

Wrath- and  mercy  from  the  judgment  feat \ 

I  -IT  71 TH  my  whole  heart  I'll  raife  my  fong^. 

VV       ^^y  waders  I'll  proclaim, 
Thou  fov'reign  Judge  of  right  and  wrong,. 
Will  put  my  foes  to  ihame. 

25-1*11  fing  thy  majeily  and  grace  ; 

My  God  prepares  his  throne 
To  judge  the  world  in  right'oufnefs,. 

And  make  his  veng'ance  known. 

3  Then  (hall  the  Lord  a  refuge  prove- 
For  all  the  poor  eppreft  -; 

To  fave  the  people  of  his  love, 
And  give  the  weary  reft. 

4  The  men,  who  know  thy  name,  will  truil 
In  thy  abundant  grace  ; 

For  thou  haft  ne'er  forfook  the  juft, 
Who  humbly  feek  thy  face. 

5  Sing  praifes  to  the  right'ous  Lord; 
Who  dwells  on  Sion's  hill, 

Who  executes  his  threat' ning  word, 
And  does  his  grace  fulfil. 

PSALM     IX.       Second  Part, 

The.  --wifdom  and  equity  of  Providence. 

1  tl  ZHENthe  great  Judge,  fupreme and juft^ 

W       Shall  once  enquire  for  blood  ; 
The  humble  fouls  who  mourn  in  daft, 

Shall  find  a  faithful  God.  ' 

2  He  from  the  dreadful  gates  of  death 
Does  his  own  children  raife  : 

In 


20  PSALM     X, 

In  Sion's  gates,  with  chearful  breath, 
They  fing  their  Father's  praife. 

3  His  foes  fhall  fall,  with  heedlefs  feet, 
Into  the  pit  they  made  ; 

And  finners  perifn  in  the  net 

Which  their  own  hands  had  fpread. 

4  Thus  by  thy  judgments,  mighty  God, 
•  Are  thy  deep  counfels  known  : 

When  men  of  mifchief  are  deftroy'd. 
The  fnare  muft  be  their  own. 

P    A     U    S     E. 

5  The  wicked  fhall  fink  down  to  hell  ; 
Thy  wrath  devour  the  lands 

Wrhich  dare  forget  thee,  or  rebel 
Againfl  thy  known  commands. 

6  Though  faints  to  fore  diilrefs  are  brought, 
And  wait,  and  long  complain, 

Their  cries  fhall  not  be  ftill  forgot,   ' 

Nor  fhall  their  hopes  be  vain? 
[7  Rife,  great  Redeemer,  from  thy  feat. 

To  judge  and  fa\e  the  poor; 
Let  nations  tremble  at  thy  feet, 

And  man  prevail  no  more. 
8  Thy  thunder  fhall  affright  the  proud, 

And  put  their  hearts  to  pain, 
Make  them  confefs  that  thou  art  Go-d, 
And  they  but  feeble  men.] 

PSALM       X.     Common  Metre. 

Prayers  beard,  and  faints  faved;  or,  pride,  atbeifm, 

and  opprejjion  p unified. 

For  a  humiliation    day. 

1   \/\/H  Y  d°th  the  Lord  ftand  ofF  fo  far  ? 
W       And  why  conceal  his  face, 

When  great  calamities  appear, 

And  times  of  deep  diftreis  ? 

2  Lord 


PSALM    XL  (^ 

2  Lord  mall  the  wicked  ftill  deride- 
Thy  juftice  and'thypow'r  ? 

Shall  they  advance  their  heads  in  pride-. 
And  ftill  thy  Taints  devour  ? 

3  They  pat  their  judgments  from  their  fights 
And  then  infult  the  poor  ^ 

They  boaft  in  their  exalted  height^ 
That  they  fhall  fall  no  more. 

4  Arife,  O  God,  lift  up  thine  hand*- 
Attend  our  humble  cry  ; 

No  enemy  fhall  dare  to  ffcand 

When  God  afcends  on  high, 
P   a    u    S    Eo 
'5  Why  do.the  men  of  malice  rage,  - 

And  fay  with  foolifh  pride, 
¥he  God  vfheaifn  will  ne'er  engage 

To  fight  on  Ziotfsji.de  ? 

6  Since  thou  for  ever  art  the  Lord  ;•■■ 
And  pow'rful  is  thine  hand, 

As  when  the  Heathen  felt  thy  fword, 
And  perifh'd  from  thy  land. 

7  Thou  wilt  prepare  our  hearts  to  praya 
And  caufe  thine  ear  to  Lear> 

He  hearkens  what  his  children  fay. 
And  puts  the  world  in  fear. 

$  Proud  tyrants  fhall  no  more  opprefs^ 

No  more  defpife  the  jufir; 
And  mighty  fmners  fhall  confefs' 

They  are  but  earth  and  dull. 

BSALM     XI.    Long  Metre. 

God  loves  the  righteous ,  and  hates  the  wicked* 
I  T\/TY  refuge  is  the  God  of  love  ; 

iVJL     Why  do*my  foes  infult  and  cry, 
Fly  like  a  timorous  trembling  dwe, 

"Te  dijlant  woods  or  mountains  jfy* 

%  U 


tm         PSA  L  M     Xll. 

i  If  government  be  all  deltroy'd, 
(That  firm  foundation  of  our  peace) 
And  violence  make  joftice  void, 
Where  {hall  the  right'ous  feeko-edrefs  ? 

3  The  Lord  in  heav'n  has  fix'd  his  throne, 
His  eyes  {urvey  the  world  below  ; 

To  him  a!3  mortal  things  are  known  ; 
His  eye-lids  fearch  our  fpirits  through. 

4  Ifhe-afflifts  his  faints  fo  far, 

To  prove  their  love  and  try  their  grace, 
What  may  the  bold  tfarifgreffbrs  fear  $ 
His  very  foal  abhors  their  ways. 

5  On  imp'ous  wretches  he  fhall  rain 
Tempefts  of  brimftone,  fire,  and  death, 
Such  as  he  kindled  on  the  plain 

Of  Sodom,  with  his  angry  breath. 

6  The  right'ous  Lord  loves  right'ous  fouls, 
Whofe  thoughts  and  aclions  are  fincere, 
And  with  a  gracious  eye  beholds 

The  men  who  his  own  image  bear. 

PSALM    XII.     Long  Metre. 

^Ebe  faints*  fafety  and  hope  in  evil  times  ;  or,  fins  vf 
the  tongue  complained  of  viz,  llafphemy,  falf- 
hcod,  &c. 

1  y    O  R  D,  if  thou  doft  not  foon  appear, 
1  ji  Virtue  and  truth  will  fiy  away  ; 

A  faithful  man  amongit  us  here 
WTiil  fcarce  be  found,  if  thou  delay. 

2  The  whole  d'fcourfe  when  neighbours  meet 
Is  nll'd  with  trifles  loofe  and  vain  ; 

Their  lips  are  flatt'ry  and  deceit, 
And  their  proud  language  is  profane. 

3  But  lips  with  which  deceit  abound 
Shall  not  maintain  their  triumph  long  : 

Thy 


P.S  A-fjM    ..XII.  .23 

'The  God  of  veng'ance  will  confound 
The  flattering  and  bjafpheming  tongue, 

,4  Yet  fo all  our  words  be  free,  they  cry, 
Our  tongues  jh all  he  controuV  d  by  none  % 

Where  is  thesLmdzmtfl  ajk  us  *wby  P 
Or  fay ,  our  lips  are  not  our  own  P 

5  The  liord  who  fees  the  poor  oppreit, 
And  hears  oppreffcrs'  haughty irrain, 
•Will  rife  to  give  Kir-  children  re  it, 
Nor  lhall  they  truft  his  word  in  vain. 
■6  Thy  word,  O  Xord,  tho'  often  try'd, 
.Void  of  deceit  (hall  frill  appear .; 
Not  filver  fev'n- times  purify 'd 
From  drofs  and  mixture,  fnines  fo  clear* 

-7  Thy  grace  mail,  in  the  darkeit  hour, 
Defend  the  holy  foul  from  harm  ; 
Tho'  when  the  vile  ft  men  have  pow*r, 
.On  ev'ry  fide  will  fmners  fwarm. 

P  S  ,A  L  M     XII.    Common  Metre. 

.Complaint  of  a  general  corruption  of  manners  ;  or> 
the  promife  and  fgns  of  Chriji's  coming  to  judg- 
ment, 

vi   TJEL  P,  Lord,  for  men  of  virtue  fail, 

_£j[     Religion  lofes  ground  I 
The  fens  of  violence  prevail, 

And  treacheries  abound. 

z  Their  oaths  and  promifes  they  brake* 

Yet  "act  the  flatt'rer's  part; 
With  fair  deceitful  lips  they  fpeak, 

And  with  a  double  heart. 
3  If  we  reprove  fome  hateful  lie, 

How  is  their  fury  ftirr*d;? 
Are  not  our  lips  our  own,  they  cry, 

•And  <wha  Jh.all  he  .our:Lord  P 

4  Scoffers 


%i.         PSALM     XIIL 

^4  Scoffers  appear  on  ev'ry  fide, 

While  a  vile  race  of  men 
Are  rais'd  to  feats  of  pow'r  and  pride* 

And  bear  the  fword  in  vain. 

Pause. 

5  .Lord,  when  iniquities  abound, 

And  blafphemy  grows  bold, 
When  faith  is  hardly  to  be  founds 
And  love  is  waxing  cold, 

6  Is  not  thy  char'ot  haft'ning  on  •? 
Haft  thou  not  giv'n  the  fign  ? 

$iay  we  not  truft  and  live  upon 
A  promife  fo  divine  f 

7  *«  Yes,  faith  the  Lord,  now  will  I  rife, 
"  And  make  oppreHbrs  flee  ; 

*'  I  {hall  appear  to  their  furprife, 
"  And  fet  my  fervants  free.5' 

8  Thy  word,  like  filver  feven  times  try '3, 
Thro*  ages  mall  endure  : 

The  men  who  in  thy  truth  confide, 
Shall  6nd  the  promife  fure. 

PSALM    XIII.      Long  Metre. 

Pleading  with  Cod  under  defertion  ;  or,  hope  in 

darkntfs* 

1  TT O  W  long,  O  Lord,  (hall  I  complain 
Jt~x  ^ike  one  who  feeks  his  God  in  vain  ? 

Can'ft  thou  thy  face  for  ever  hide, 
And  I  ftill  pray  and  be  deny'd  I 

2  Shall  I  for  ever  be  forgot. 

As  one  whom  thou  regarded  not  ? 
Still  mall  my  foul  thy  abfenfe  moura  ? 
And  ftill  delpair  of  thy  return  ? 

3  How  long  (hall  my  poor  troubled  breaft 
Be  with  thefe  anxious  thoughts  opprerVd  ? 
And  Satan,  my  malicious  foe, 

Rejoice  to  fee  me  fuak  fo  low  >  4  Hear 


PSALM    XIII.  £| 

.4.  Hear,  Lord,  and  grant*rne  quick  relief, 
-Before  my  death  concludes  my  grief; 
*If  thou  withhold  thy  heav'nly  light, 
I  ileep  in  everlafting  night. 

r5  How  will  the  pow'rs  of  darknefs  boaitj 
If  but  one  praying  foul  be  loft  ! 
But  I  have  trufted  in  thy  grace, 
And  fhall  again  behold  thy  face. 

6  Whate'er  my  fears  or  foes  fuggeft, 
Thou  art  my  hope,  my  joy,  my  reft  ; 
My  heart  mall  feel  thy  love,  and  raife 
My  cheerful  voice  to  fongs  of  praife. 

.PSALM     XIII.       Common  Metre, 

Complaint  under  temptations  of  the  de<vtl. 

1  TT  O  W  long  wilt  thou  conceal  thy  face  f 

X'  My  God,  how  long  delay  ? 
When  mail  I  fed  thofe  heav'.nly  rays 
Which  chafe  my  fears- away  ? 

2  How  long  fhall  my  poor  lah'rjng  foul 
Wreflle  and  toil  in  vain  ? 

Thy  word  can  all  my  foes  controul, 
And  eafe  my  raging  pain. 

3  See  how  the  prince  of  darknefs  tries 
All  his  malicious  arts  ! 

He  fpreads  a  mill  around  my*yes, 
And  throws  his  fi'ry  darts. 

4  Be  thou  my  fun  and  thou  my  {hield, 
My  foul  in  fafety  keep  4 

Make  hafte  before  mine  eyes  are  fealM 
In  death's  eternal  fieep, 

5  How  would  the  tempter  boaft  aloud 

If  I  become  his  prey  !  / 

Behold  the  ions  of  hell  grow  proud 
At  thy  fo  long  delay  \ 

■    C  6  gat 


"F 


26  PSALM    XIV. 

6  But  they  {hall  flee  at  thy  rebuke, 
And  Satan  hide  his  head  : 

He  knows  the  terrors  of  thy  look, 
And  hears  thy  voice  with  dread. 

7  Thou  wilt  difplay  that  fov'reign  grace 
Where  all  my  hopes  have  hung  ; 

1  fhall  employ  my  lips  in  praife, 

And  vicVry  fhall  be  fung. 

PSALM    XIV.  Firft  Part.  Common  Metre. 

By  nature  all  men  are  finners, 

COLS  in  their  hearts  believe  and  fay, 
"  That  all  religion's  vain  ; 
There  is  no  God  who  reigns  sn  high, 
*«  Or  minds  affairs  of  men." 

2  From  thoughts  fo  dreadful  and  profane. 
Corrupt  difcourfe  proceeds  ; 

And  in  their  imp'ous  hands  are  found 
Abominable  deeds. 

3  The  Lord  from  his  ccleft'al  throne, 
Look'd  down  on  things  below, 

To  find  the  man  who  fought  his  grace, 
Or  did  his  juftice  know. 

4  By  nature  all  are  gone  aftray  ; 
Their  practice  all  the  fame  : 

There's  none  who  fears  his  Maker's  hand, 
There's  none  who  loves  his  name. 

5  Their  tongues  are  us'd  to  fpsak  deceit  ; 
Their  {landers  never  ceafe, 

How  fwift  to  mifchief  are  their  feet ! 
"  Nor  know  the  paths  of  peace. 

6  Such  feeds  of  fin  (that  bitter  root) 
In  all  our  hearts  are  found  ; 

Korean  they  bear  diviner  fruit, 
'Till  grace  refine  the  ground. 

P  S  A  I,    M 


PSALM,  XIV.  XV.      27 

PSAL  M     XIV.    SeccndPart. 
The  felly  of  perfecutors. 
\      ARE  Tinners  now  To  fenfelefs  grown, 

jf\     That  rhey  thy  faints  devour  ; 
And  never  worfhip  at  thy  throne, 
Nor  fear  thine  awful  pow'r  ? 

2  Great  God  !  appear  to  their  furprife, 
Reveal  thy  dreadful  name  ! 

Let  them  no  more  thy  wrath  defpife, 
Nor  turn  our  hope  to  fhame. 

3  Doft  thou  not  dwell  among  the  juft  ? 
And  yet  our  foes  deride, 

That  we  mould  make  thy  name  our  truft  % 
Great  God  I  confound  their  pride. 

4  O  that  the  joyful  day  were  come, 
To  finiih  our  diftrefs  ! 

When  God  mall  bring  his  children  home, 
Our  fongs  lhali  never  ceafe. 

PSALM     XV.    Common  Metre, 

Charafters  of  a  faint ;  or,  a  citizen  of  Zioa  ;  or* 
the  qualifications  of  a  chriji'ian, 

1  TT7H  O  mail  inhabit  in  thy  hill* 

VV    OGod  ofholinefs  r 
Whom  will  the  Lord  admit  to  dwell 
So  near  his  throne  of  grace  ? 

2  The  man  who  walks  in  pious  ways> 
And  works  with  right'ous  hands, 

Who  trufls  his  Maker's  promifes, 
And  follows  his  commands, 

3  Who  fpeaks  the  meaning  of  his  heart* 
Nor  flanders  with  his  tongue  ; 

Will  not  promote  an  ill  report, 
Nor  do  his  neighbour  wrong. 

4  Who  wealthy  finners  Hill  contemns^ 
Loves  all  who  fear  the  Lord  5 

C  *  And 


aS  PSAL  M    XV. 

And  though  to  his  own  hurt  he  fwears. 
Still  he  performs  his  word. 

5  Whofe  hands  difdain  a  golden  bribe, 

And  never  gripe  the  poor  : 
This  man  mall  dwell  with  God  on  earth* 

And  find  his  heav'n  fecure. 

P  S  A  L  M     XV.     Long  Metre. 
Religion  and  juftice,  goodnefi  ar.d-trutl\  ;   or,  duties 
to   G  O  D  and  man  ;   b*j   the  qualifications  of  a- 
chrijHan. 


HO  fh'all  afcend  thy  heav'nly  place, 

tfci 


W    Great  God,  and. dwell  before  thy  iacei 
The  man  who  minds  religion  new, 
And  humbly  walks  with  God  below. 

2  Whofe  hands  are  pure,  whofe  heart  is  clean^ 
V/hofe  lips  Hill  fpeal  the  thing  they  nwaa  ;, 
No  (landers  dwell  upon  his  tongue  ;. 
He  hates  to  do  his  neighbour  wrong.. 

[j   Who  will  not  truft:  an  ill  report., 
Nor  vent  it  to  his  neighbour's  hurt  ;- 
Sinners  of  ftate  he.  can  defpife, 
But  faints  are  honor'd  in  his  eyes.] 

[4  Firm  to  his  word  he  ever  Hood, 
And  always  makes  his  promife  good  ; 
Nor  dares  to  change  the  thing  he  ftvears.. 
vVh.^ttver  pain  or  lofs  he  bears.] 

J;  He  never  deals  in  bribing  gold, 
And  mourns  that  juftice  mould  be  fold  : 
While  others  gripe  and, grind  the  poor> 
Sweet  chdrity  attends  hisdoor.] 

6  He  loves  his  enemies  and  prays 
For  thofe  who  curfe  him  to  his  face  : 
And  doth  to  all  men  Hill  the  fame 
Which  he  would  hope  or  wi(h  from  them. 

1   Yet,  when  his  holieft  works  are  done, 
His  foul  depends  on  grace  alone  :  Thii 


PSALM    XVI.  29 

This  is  the  man  thy  face  fh'aH'fee,- 
And  dwell  for  ever,  Lord,  with  thee, 

P  S  ALU    XVI.     FirftPart.  Long  Metre. 

CoTzfeJJlon  of  our  poverty,,  and  faints  the  heft  compa- 
ny ,  or,  good  works  profit  men,    not  God. 

s   T^R  E  S  E  R  V  E  me,  Lord, -in  time  of  need, 

j£    For  fuccour  to  thy  throne  I  flee* 
But  have  no  merits  there  to  plead  ; 
My  goodnefs  cannot  reach  to  thee, 

2  Oft  have  my  heart  and  tongue  confeis, 
How  empty  and  how  poor  I  am  ; 

My.  praife  can  never  make  thee  blell, 
Nor  add  new  glories  to  thy  name. 

3  Yet,  Lord,  thy  faints  on  earth  may  reap 
Some  profit  by  the  good  we  do  y 

Thefe  are  the  company- 1  keep, 
Thefe  are  the  choiceft  friends  I  know* 

4-  Let  others  choofe  the-fons  of  mirths 
To  give  a  relifh  to  their  wine, 
I  love  the  men  of  heav'nly  birth; 
Whofe  thoughts  and  language  are  divine. 

t  S  A  L.  M   XVI.    Second  Part,  Long  Metre. 

Cbrijfs  all-fuff.ciency \ 

1   T  TOW  fall  their^  guilt  and  forrow- rife 3 

X  X.  Who  hafte  to  feek  fome  idol  god- 1 
I  will  not  taile  their  facrifice, 
Their  offerings  of  forbidden  blood, 

z  My  God  provides  a  richer  cup^- 
And  nobler  food  to  live  upon  y 
He  for  my  life  has  offer'd  up 
Jefus,  his  bell  beloved  Son. 

3.  His  love  is  my  perpetu'l  feaflV 
By  day  his  counfels  guide  me  right  y 

C3  And, 


3° 


PSALM    XVI. 


And,  be  his  name  for  ever  bleft, 
He  gives  me  fweet  advice  by  night. 

4  I  fet  him  ftilt  before  mine  eyes  ;. 
At  my  right  hand  hs  ftands  prepared 
To  keep  my  foul  from  all  furprife, 
And  be  my  everlafting  guard. 

PSALM    XVI.    Third  Fan.   Long  Metre. 
Courage  in  death,   and  hope  of  the  refurreclion* 

1  TT7HEN  God  is  nigh  my  faith  is   firong> 

V  V     *"^3  arm  ls  mv  almighty  prop  : 
Be  glad  my  heart,  rejoice  my  tongue, 
My  dying  flelh  fnalr  reft  in  hope. 

2  Tho*  in  the  dull  I  by  my  head,. 
Yet,  gracious  God,  tlou  wilt  not  leave 
My  fouT  for  ever  with  the  dead, 

Nor,  loie  thy  children  in  the  grave. 
f  My  flefh  fliall  thy  firft  call  obey, 
Shake  off  its  dull  and  rife  on  high  ; 
Then  malt  thou  lead  the  wond'rous  way 
Up  to  thy  throne  above  the  Iky. 
4  There  Hreams  of  endlefs.  pleafure  flow,.' 
And  full  difcov'ries  of  thy  grace, 
Which  we  but  tailed  here  below, 
Spread  heav'nly  joys  thro'  all  the  place. 

PSALM     XVI.      Firft  Part. 
Common  Metre. 
Support  and  counfdfrom  God,  ^without  merit* 
1   Q  A  VE  me,  O  Lord,  from  ev'ry  foe  ;. 

15     *n  tnee  *ny  trufl  I  place,. 
Tho*  ail  the  good  which  I  can  do, 
Can  ne'er  deferve  thy  grace. 

z  Yet,  if  my  God  prolong  ray  breath, 
The  faints  may  profit  by't  ; 

The 


PSALM    XVI,  3.1 

The  faints,  the  glory  of  the  earthy 
The  men  of  my  delight. 

3  Let  Heathens  to  their  idols  haile^ 
And  worfhip  wood,  or  Hone  ; 

But  my  delightful  lot  is  cait 
Where  the  true  Go»  is  known-. 

4  His  hand  provides  my  confiant  food**. 
He  fills  my  daily  cup> 

Much  am  I  pleas'd  with  prefent  good,. 
But  more  rejoice  in  hope. 

5  God  is  my  portion  and  my  joy  I 
Hi^  counsels  are  my  light  : 

He  gives  me  fweet  advice  by  day,. 
And  gentle  hints  by  night. 

6  My  foul  would  all  her  thoughts  approve- 
To  his  all-feeing  eye  : 

Nor  death  nor  hell  my  hopes  fhall  move, 

While  fuch  a  friend  is  nigh.  * 

P  S  A  L  M     XVI.     Second  Faru 

Common  Metre. 

The  death  and  refurrefiion  of  Chrijl.* 

Set  the  Lord  before  my  face, 
"  He  bears  my  courage  up  ; 
My  heart  and  tongue  their  joys  exprefs, 
"  My  ftefh  fhall  reft  in  hop's. 

2  "  My  fpirit,  Lord,  thou  wilt  not  leave 
"  Where  fouls  departed  are  ; 

"  Nor  quit  my  body  to  the  grave,, 
t{  To  fee  corruption  there. 

3  M  Thou  wilt  reveal  the  path  of  life, 
"   And  raife  me  to  thy  throne  : 

&i  Thy  courts  immortal  pleafures  give, 
<c  Thy  prefence,  joy  unknowa." 

[4  Thus  in  the  name  oFCErift  the  Lord, 
The  ho)y  Da?id  fong,  And 


1 


32         PSA  L  M    XVII, 

And  Providence  fulfils  the  word 
Of  his  prophetic  tongue* 

5-  Jefusj  whom  ev'ry  faint  adore, 

Was  crueify'd  and  flam  ; 
Behold  the  tomb  its  prey  reflores  ! 

Behold,  he  lives  again  ! 

5  When  fhall  my  feet  arife  and  Hand- 
On  heav'n's  eternal  hills  ? 

There  fits  the  Son  at  God's  right  hand, 
And  there  the  Father  fmiles.] 

PSALM     XVII.       Short  Metre, 

Portion  of  faints  and  finners  ;  or,   hope  and  ds/pair 
in  death. 

1  1  Rl  SE  my  gracious  God, 
X\     And  make  the  wicked  ftee  3 

*$hey  are  but  thy  chaftifing  tad 
To  drive  thy  faints  to  thee. 

2  Behold,  the  fmner  dies  ! 
His  haughty  words  are  vain  : 

Here  in  this  life  his  pleafure  lies, . 
And  all  beyond  is  pain. 

3  Then  let  his  pride  advance.. 
And  boaft'of  all  his  llore  ; 

The  Lord  is  my  inheritance, 
My  foul  can  wiih  no  more. 

4  I  fhall  behold  the  face 
OP  ray  forgiving  God  ; 

And  ftaud  complete  in  r'.^ht'oufnefs)- 
Wafh'd  in  rny  Saviour's  blood. 

5  See  the  new  heav'n  begun 

c  from  death, 
Di-     in  the  likenefs  of  thy  Son, 
And  draw  immortal  breath  ! 

FSALM 


P  S  A  L  M    XVII.  XVIII.     33 

V  S  A  L  M,    XVIL       Long  Metre. 

The  firmer' s  portion  and  faint's  hope  ;  or,  the  hea- 
ven of  fepar ate  fouls %J  and  the  rejurrettion. 

I.  T    ORDi    I  am  thine  ;  but  thou  wilt  prova- 

I  j  My  faith,  my  patience,  and  my  love  : 
When  men  of  fpite  againft  me-  join, 
They  are  the  fword,  the  hand  is  thine? 

2  Their  hope  and  portion  lie  below  ; 
?Tis  ail  the  happinefs  the)  know  ; 

'Tis  all  they  feek  :  they  take  their  fhares*. 
And  leave  the  reit  among  their  heirs. 

3  What  finners  value,  I  refign  % 
Lord,  'tis  enough  that  thou  art  mine, 
I  mall  behold  thy  blifsful  face, 

And  ftand  complete  in  right'oufnefs. 

4  This  life's  a  dream,  an  empty  mow,. 
But  the  bright  world  to  which  I  go, 
Hath  joy's  fubftantial  and  fincere  ;, 
When  fhall  I  'wake  and  find  me  there  ? 

5<.  Q  glorious  hour  !   Q  blefl:  abode  I 
I  fhall  be  near  and  like  my  Gorr ; 
And  flefh  and  fin  no  more  controul 
The  facred  pleafure  of  my  foul. 

6  My  riefrt  (hall  fiumber~in  the  ground,, 
'Till  the  laii  trumpet's  joyful  found  : 
Then  burft  the  chains  with  fwees  furprife, 
And  in  my  Saviour's  image  rife. 

P:S  AL  M   XVIII.  Fit -f  Bart.  Long  Metre; 

Deliverance  from  defpair  ;  or,  Wnp  tat  ions  overcome* 

J,  /"T*A  HIE  will  I  love,  OXord,  my  fl'rength> 
X      My  rock,  my  tow'r,  my  high  defence  5. 
Thy  mighty  arm  fhall  be  my  truft, 
Foi-  i.have  found  falvation  thence, 

2^  Death  > 


34         PSALM     XVIIL 

2  Death  and  the  terrors  of  the  grave, 
Stood  round  me  with  their  diirnal  ihade  ; 
While  floods  of  high  temptations  rofe, 
And  made  my  finking  foul  afraid. 

3  I  favv  the  op'ning  gates  of  hell 
With  endlefs  pains  and  for  revs  there, 
(Which  none,  but  thofe  who  feel,  can  tell) 
While  I  was  hurry'd  to  defpair. 

4  In  my  diftrefs,  I  calPd  my  God, 
When  I  could  fcarce  believe  him  mine. 
He  bow'd  his  ear  to  my  complaint  j 
Then  did  his  grace  appear  divine. 

[5  With  fpeed  he  flew  to  my  relief, 
As  on  a  cherub's  wing  he  rode ; 
Awful  and  bright  as  lightning  fhone 
The  face  of  my  deliv'rer  God. 

6  Temptations  fled  at  his  rebuke, 
(The  blatfof  his  almighty  breath) 
He  fent  falvation  from  on  high, 

And  drew  me  from  the  deeps  of  death. 

7  Great  were  my  fears,  my  foes  were  great, 
Much  was  their  ftrength  and  more  their  rage* 
But  Chriil,  my  Lord,  is  conqu'ror  ftill, 

In  all  the  wars  which  devils  wage. 

8  My  fong  for  ever  fhall  record 
That  terrible,  that  joyful  hour  ; 
And  give  the  glory  to  the  Lord, 
Due  to  his  mercy  and  his  pow'r* 

PSALM  XVIIL  Second  Part.  Long  Metre, 

Sincerity  proved  and  rewarded. 

I  I*    O  R  D,  thou  haft  feen  my  foul  fincere, 
1   j  Haft  made  thy  love  and  trith  appear  ; 
Before  mine  eyes  I  fet  thy  laws, 
And  thou  haft  cwn'd  my  right'ous  caufe. 

%  Since 


PSALM    XVIII.         3$ 

2  Since  I  have  learn'd  thy  holy  ways, 
I've  vvalk'd  upright  before  thy  face  : 
Or  if  my  feet  did  e'er  depart, 
'Tvvas  ever  with  a  broken  heart. 

3  What  fore  temptations  broke  my  reft  ! 
What  wars  and  ftrugglings  in  my  breafl  ! 
But  thro'  thy  grace  which  reigns  within, 

1  guard  againft  my  darling  fin. 

4  That  fin  which  clofe  befets  me  ftill, 
Which  works  and  ftrivesagainft  my  will  ; 
When  /hall  thy  fpirit's  fovereign  pow'r 
Deftroy  it,  that  it  rife  no  more  r 

[5  With  an  impartial  hand,  the  Lord 
Deals  oat  to  mortals  their  reward.: 
The  kind  and  faithful  fouls  mail  find, 
A  God  as  faithful  and  as  kind.] 

6  The  juft  and  pure  {hall  ever  fay, 
Thou  art  more  pure,  more  juft  than  they  1 
And  men  who  love  revenge  (hall  know, 
God  hath  an  arm  of  veng'ance  too. 

PSALM     XVIII.     Third  Part. 
Long  Metre. 
Rejoicing   in  God  ;  or,  falvation  and  triumph, 
*    TUST  are  thy  ways,  and  true  thy  word, 

J  Great  rock  of  my  fecure  abode  5 
Who  is  a  God,  befide  the  Lord  r 
Or  where's  a  refuge  like  our  God  ? 

2  'Tis  he  who  girds  me  with  his  might, 
Gives  me  his  holy  fword  to  wield  ; 
And  while  with  fin  and  hell  J  fight, 
Spreads  his  falvation  for  my  fhield. 

3  He  lives  (yea,  blefted  be  my  rock) 
The  God  of  my  falvation  lives  ! 
The  dark  defigns  of  hell  are  broke  ; 
Sweet  Is  tke  peace  my  Father  gives. 

4  Before 


36         F  S  A  L  M    XVIII. 

4  Before  the  fcoffers  of  the  age 

I  will  exalt  my  Father's  name, 

Nor  tremble  at  their  mighty  rage 

But  meet  reproach,  and  bear  the  fhame0 

»;  To  David  and  his  royal  feed 
Thy  grace  for  ever  mall  extend  ; 
Thy  love  to  faints  in  Chrift  their  head, 
Xnows  not  a  limit,  nor  an  end. 

PSALM     XVIII.     Firjt  Part. 

•Common  Metre. 

Victory  and  triumph  over  temporal  enemies* 

1   "f  X7  £  l°v€  tnee>  L«rd,  and  we  adore, 

\y       Now  is  thine  arm  reveaPd  ; 
Thou  art  our  ftrength,  ourheav'nly  tow*r, 
Our  bulwark  and  our  Ihield. 

z  We  fly  to  our  eternal  rock, 

And  find  a  fure  defence  ; 
His  holy  name  our  lips  invoke, 

And  draw  falvation  thence. 

3  When  God,  our  leader  mines  in  arms, 
What  mortal  heart  can  bear 

The  thunder  of  his  loud  alarms, 
The  lightning  of  his  fpear  ? 

4  He  rides  upon  the  winged  wind, 
And  angels  in  array, 

In  millions  wait,  to  know  his  mind, 
And  fwif;  as  flames  obey. 

5  He  fpeaks,  and  at  his  fierce  rebuke 
Whole  armies  are  difmay'd  ; 

His  voice,  his  frown,  his  angry  look 
Strikes  all  rheir  courage  dead. 

6  Ke  formsV&ur  gen'rats  for  the  field, 
With  all  their  dreadful  (kill, 

Gives  them  his  awful  fword  to  wield, 

And  makes  their  hearts  of  Heel. 

[7  He 


PSALM     XVIII.        J 

~l~  He  arms  our  captains  to  the  tight, 

Tho'  there  his  name's  forgot  ; 
.(He  girded  Cyrus  with  his  might, 

But  Cyrus  knew  him  not.) 
%  Oft  has  the  Lord  whole  nations  bleft. 

For  his  own  churches  fake  ; 
The  pow'rs  which  give  his  people  reft, 
Shall  of  his  care  partake.] 

PSALM     XVIII.       Second  Part. 

•Common  Metre. 

The  conqueror's  Jong. 

I    ^HT^O  thine  almighty  arm  we  owe 

J[        The  triumphs  of  the  day  ; 
Thy  terrors,  Lord,  confound  the  foe, 

And  melt  their  ftrcngth  away. 
z  'Tis  by  thine  aid  our  troops  prevail, 

And  break  united  pow'rs  ; 
Or  barn  their  bcatted  fleets,  or  fcale 

The  proudeft  of  their  tow'rs. 

3  How  have  we  chas'd  them  thro'  the  field, 
And  trod  them  to  the  ground, 

While  thy  falvatkm  was  our  fhield, 
But  they  no  fhelter  found  ! 

4  In  vain  to  idol  faints  they  cry, 
They  perifh  in  their  blood  : 

Where  is  a  rock  fo  great,  fo  high, 
So  pow'rful  as  our  God  ? 

5  The  rock  of  I/r'el  ever  lives, 
His  name  be  ever  bleft  ; 

'Tis  his  own  arm  the  vicVry  gives. 
And  gives  his  peopie  reft. 

6  On  faints  who  live  as  David  did, 
He  pours  his  blefiings  down  ; 

Secures  their  privilege  to  their  (qqcI, 
And  treats  them  as  his  own, 

'  D  PSALM 


33  PSALM     XIX. 

PSALM     XIX.    FirfiPart.    Short  Metre* 

The  book  of  nature  and  fcripture* 

For  a   Lord's-day    morning. 

EHOLD  the  lofty  fey 
Declares  its  maker  God, 
And  ail  his  itarry  works  on  high 
Proclaim  his  povv'r  abroad. 

2  The  darknefs  and  the  light 

Still  keep  their  courfe  the  fame  ; 
While  night  to  day  and  day  to  night, 
Divinely  teach  his  name. 

3  In  ev'ry  different  land 

Their  gen'ral  voice  is  known  ; 
They  mew  the  wonders  of*  his  hand, 
And  orders  of  his  throne. 

4  America,  rejoice  ! 

He  here  reveals  hi^  word  ; 

We  are  not  left  to  nature's  voice 

To  bid  us  know  the  Lord. 

5  His  ftatutes  and  commands 
Are  fet  before  our  eyes  ; 

He  puts  his  gofpel  in  our  hands, 
'Where  our  falvation  lies. 

6  His  laws  are  juft  and  pure,. 
His  truth  without  deceit  ; 

His  promifes  for  ever,  fare, 
And  his  rewards*  are  great. 

[7  Not  honey  to  the  tafte 

Affords  fo  much  delight  ; 
Nor  gold  which  has  the  furnr.ee  pad 

So  much  allures  the  fight. 

S  While  of  thy  works  I  fing. 

Thy  glory  to  proclaim, 
Accept  the  praife,  my  God,  my  King, 

In  my  Redeemer's  name.] 

P  S  A  I 


PSALM    XIX.  39 

F  S  A  L  M    XIX,     Second  Pari.   Short  Metre, 

God's  wordm-ofi  excellent  ;  ox >  fine erity  and  watch*. 
fidnefs. 

For  a  LordVday  morning, 

EKOLD  the  morning  fan 
Begins  his  glor'ous  way   ! 
His  beams  through  all  the  nations  run, 
And  life  and  light  convey. 

2  But  where  the  gofpel  comes 
It  fpreads  diviner  light  ; 

It  calls  dead  fmners  from  their  tombs> 
And  gives  the  blind  their  fight. 

3  How  perfeel  is  thy  word  • 
And  all  thy  judgments  juft  y 

For  ever  fure  thy  promise,  Lord> 
And  men  fecurely  trail:. 

4  My  gracious  God,  how  plain 
Are  thy  directions  giv'n  I 

Q  may  I  never  read  in  vain, 
But  rind  the  path  to  heav'n  f 

Pause. 

5  I  hear  thy  word  with  love, 
And  I  would  fain  obey  ; 

Send  thy  good  Spirit  from  above 
To  guide  me,  left  I  ftray. 

6  O  who  can  ever  find 
The  errors  of  his  ways  ? 

Yet,  with  a  bold  prefumpt'ous  mine]: 
I  would  not  dare  tranfgrefs, 

7  Warn  me  of  ev'ry  fin  ; 
Forgive  my  fecret  faults*- 

And  cieanfe  this  guilty  foulof  mine; 
Whofe  crimes  exceed  my  thoughts. 

D  s  3  vfhiU 


4o  PSALM    XIX. 

8  While  with  my  heart  and  tongue 

I  fpread  thy  praife  abroad, 
Accept  the  worihip  and  the  fong, 

My  Saviour  and  my  God. 

PSALM     XIX.      Long  Metre. 

The   book;   of  nature  and  fcripiure   compared  ;  or, 
the  glory  and  fuccefs  of  the  gofpel. 

x  fj-^HE  heav'ns  declare  thy  glory,  Lord  I 

J_      In  ev'ry  £ar  thy  wifdom  mines  : 
But,  when  our  eyes  behold  thy  word, 
We  read  thy  name  in  fairer  lines. 

2  The  rolling  fun,  the  changing  light, 
And  nights,  and  days,  thy  pow'r  confefs  ^ 
But  the  blefl  volume  thou  haft  writ 
Reveals  thy  juflice  and  thy  grace. 

3  San,  moon,  and  ftars,  convey  thy  praife 
Round  the  whole  earth,  and  never  Hand  : 
So  when  the  truth  begun  its  race, 

Jt  touch'd,  it  glanc'd  en  ev'ry  land. 

4  Nor  fhall  thy  fpreading  geTpel  reff 
*Till  through  the  world  thy  truth  has  run  i 
'Til!  Chrifl  has  all  the  nations  bleit 
Which  fee  the  light,  or  feel  the  fun. 

5  Great  Sun  of  right'oufnefs,  arife  ! 
Blefs  the  dark  world  with  heav'nly  light : 
Thy  gofpel  makes  the  fimple  wife  j 
Thy  laws  are  pure,  thy  judgments  right. 

6  Thy  noblefl:  wonders  here  we  view, 
]n  fouls  renew'd,  and  fins  forgiv'n  : 
Lord,  cleanfe  my  fins,  my  foul  renew, 
And  make  thy  word  my  guide  to  heav'n. 

PSALM 


PSALM    XIX,  4I 

FSALM     XIX.     To  the  tune  of  the  113th 
Pfalm, 

The  look  of  nature  and  fcriptwe* 

Y-  y^Reat  God,  the  heavVs  well order'd  frame 
VJ.  Declares  the  glories  of  thy  name  % 
There  thy  rich  works  of  wonder  mine  , 

A  thoufand  ftarry  beauties  there, 

A  thoufand  rad'ant  marks  appear 
Of  boundlefs  pow'r  and  feill  divine; 

2 .'  From  night  to  day,  from  day  to  nighty  > 
The  dawning  and  the  dying  light, 

Lectures  of  heav'nly  wifdom  read  ; 
With  filent  eloquence  they  raife 
Gur  thoughts  to  our  Creator's  praife, 

And  neither  found  nor  language  need, 

3  Yet  their  divine  inftruetions  run 
Far  as  the  journies  of  the  fun, 

And  ev'ry  nation  knows  their  voice  : 
The  fun,  like  forae  young  bridegroom  dreii? 
Breaks  from  the  chambers  of  the  eafl, 

Rolls  round,  and  makes  the  earth  rejoice. 

4  Where  e'er  he  fpreads  his  beams  abroad^ 
He  fmiles  and  fpeak3  his  maker  God  ; 

All  nature  joins  to  fnew  thy  praife  3 
Thus  God  in  ev'ry  creature  mines  5 .- 
Fair  is  the  book  of  nature's  lines, 

But  fairer  is  thy  book- of  grace. 

P    a    u    s   E» 

5- 1  love  the  -volumes  of  thy  word  ; 
What  light  and  joy  thofe  leaves  afford 

To  fouls  benighted  and  diftreit  1 
Thy  precepts  guide  my  doubtful  way  ; 
Thy  fear  forbids  my  feet  to  flray  ; 

Thy  promife  leads  my  foul  to  reft. 

D\  6  Fro:?* 


42  PSALM     XX, 

6  From  the  difcov'ries  of  thy  law 
The  perfecl  rules  of  life!  draw  : 

Thefe  are  my  ftudy  and  delight ;. 
Not  honey  10  invites  the  taftfe, 
Nor  gold  which  hath  the  furnace  part 

Appears  fo  pleafmg  to  the  fight. 

7  Thy  threat'nings  wake  my  ilumb'ring  eyes* 
And  warn  me  where  my  danger  lies  ;. 

But  'tis  thy  bleiTed  gofpeCLord, 
Which  makes-my  guilty  ccnicious  clean, 
Converts  my  foul,  fubdues  my  fin, 

And  gives  a  free,  but  large  reward. 

8  Who  knows  the  errors  of  his  thoughts  t 
My  God,  forgive  my  fecret  faults, 

And  from  prefumpt'ous  fi ns  retrain -; 
Accept  my:  poor  attempts  of  praife, 
That  I  have  read  thy  book  of  grace, 

A.nd  book  of  nature,   not  in  vain. 

PSALM     XX.     Long  Metre, 

Prajer  and  hope  of  viftory. 

For  a  day  of  prayer  in  time  of'war, 

i   ^  y  O  W  may  the  God  of  pow'r  and  grace 

_[\j    Attend  his  people's  humble  cry  1 
Jehovah  hears  when  Ifr  el  prays, 
And  brings  deliv'rance  from  on  high. 

2  The  name  of  Jacob's  God- defend* 
Better  than  fhidds  or  brazen  walls  ; 
He  from  his  fancluary  fends 

Succour  and  iirength,  when  Zkn  calls. 

3  Well  he  remembers  all  our  fighs  ; 
His  love  exceeds  our  beft  deferts  j 
Hi?  love  accepts  the  facriiice  , 

Of  humble  groans  and  broken  hearts: 

4  In  his  falvation  is  our  hope, 
And  in  the  name  of  lfrel'%  God, 

Oar 


P  S  A  L  M    XXL  4-3- 

Oar  troops  (hall  lift  their  banners  upa. 
Oar  navies  fpread  their  flags  abroad. 

c   Some  truft  in  horfes  train'd  for  war, 
And  fome  of  char'ots  make  their  boafts  5 
Our  fureft  expectations  are 
From  thee  the  Lord  of  heav'nly  hofts, 

[6  O  may  the  mem'ry  of  thy.  name 
Infpire  our  armies  for  the  fight  ! 
Our  foes  (hall  fall  and  die  with  (hame, 
Or  quit  the  field  with  lhameful  flight. 

7  Nowfav-e  us,  Lord,  from  flavifh  fearP 
Now  let  our  hopes  be  firm  and' ftrong, 
Then  let  falvation  Ibon  appear, 
And  joy  and  triumph  raife  the  fong. 

PSALM     XXL     Common  Metre, 

America  the  care  of  heaven. 

\  (T\  U  R  States,  O  Lord,  with  fongs  of  praiie 
\J     Shall  in  thy  flrength  rejoice^ 

And  bleli  with  thy  falvation  raife? 
To  heav'n  their  chearful  voice. 

2  Thy  fure  defence  through  nations  round 
Has  fpread  thy  glor'ous  name  ; 

And  our  fuccefsful -aclions  crown'd 
Thy  majefry  with  fame. 

3  Then  let' our  States  on  God  alone 
For  tirne'y  aid  rely  ! 

His  mercy  which  adorns  his  throne; 
Shall  all  our  wants  fuppty. 

4  But  righteous  Lord,  thy  ftubborn  foes 
Shall  feel  thy  dreadful  hand  ; 

Thy  vengeful  arm  mall  find  out  thofe 
Who  hate  thy  mild  command. 

5  When  thou  again  ft  them  doft  engage 
Thy  juft,  but  dreadful,  doom 

Shall 


4*    PSAL  M    XXI.  XXII. 

•Shall,  like  a  fi'ry  oven's  rage, 
Their  hopes,  and  them  confume. 

6  Thus,  Lord,  thy  wond'rous  pow'r  declare* 

And  thus  exalt  thy  fame  ; 
Whilft  we  glad  fangs  of  praife  prepare 

For  thine  almighty  name. 

PSAL  M     XXI.       Long  Metre, 

Chrijl  exalted  to  the  kingdom.- 

v  "TV A  V  I  D  rejok'd  in  God  his  ftrenth, 
J^^.-Rais'd  to  the  throne  by -fpecial  grace, 
But  Chrift  the  Son  appears  at 'engthj, 
Fulfils  the  triumph  and  the  praife. 

2.  How  great  is  the  Mefliah's  joy 

In  the  falvation  of  thy  hand  ! 

Lord,  thsu  haft  rais'd  his  kingdom  high, 

And  giv'n  theworid  to  his  command. 

3  Thy  goodnefs  grants  what  e'er  he  will, 
Nor  doth  the  leait  requeft  withhold, 
BleiTings  of  love  prevent  him  ftill,  . 
And  crowns  of  glory,. not  of  gold. 

A  Honor  and  majefty  divine 
Around  his  facred  temples  mine  ;., 
Bieit  with  the  favour  of  thy  face, 
And  length  of  everlailing  days. 

5  Thine  hand  mall  rind  out  all  his  foes  ; 
And  as  a  fi'ry  oven  glows 
With' raging  heat  and  living  coah, 
So  fnali  thy  wrath  devour  their  fouls. 

PSALM    XXII.      Firjl  Part, 
The  Jufferings  a/; d  death  of  Chrijl. 
I  TT7HY  has  my  God  my  foul  forfook, 

VV       Nor  will  a  fmile  afford  ? 
(Thus  David  once  in  anguim  fpoke, 
And  thus  our  dying  Lord.) 

Z  Though 


PSALM    XXIL         45 

2  Though  'tis  thy  chief  delight  to  dwell 
Among  thy  praifmg*  faints, 

Yet  thou  canft  hear  a  groan  as  well,. 
And  pity  our  complaints. 

3  Our  fathers  trufled  in  thy  name^ 
And  great  deli  v 'ranee  found  ; 

But  I'm  a  worm  defpis'd  of  men. 
And  trodden  to  the  ground. 

4  Shaking  the  head  they  pafs  me  by^ 
And  laugh  my  foul  to  fcorn  r 

In  <vaip  be  irufis  in  Gqd3  they  cry, 
Negtfffed  and  forlorn. 

5  But  thou  art  he  who  form'd  my  fleftr>. 
By  thine  almighty  word  : 

And  fince  I  hung  upon  the  brea£ 
My  hope  is  in  the  Lord. 

6  Why  will  my  Father  hide  his  face 
When  foes  ^and  threat'ning  round,. 

In  the  dark  hour  of  deep  diilrefs, 
And  not  an  helper  found  r 

Pa   u   s   e. 

7  Behold  thy  darling  left  among 
The  cruel  and  the  proud  ! 

As  bulls  ©f  Bajbany  fierce  and  ftrong, 
As  lions  roaring  loud. 

8  From  earth  and  hell  my  farrows  meet^. 
To  multiply  the  fmart  ; 

They  nail  ray  hands,  they  pierce  my  feet;. 
And  try  to  vex  my  heart- 

9  Yet,  if  thy  fov'reign  hand  let  loofe 
The  rage  of  earth  and  hell, 

Why  will  my  heav'nly  Father  bruife 
The  Son  he  love3  lb  well  ? 

so  My  Gob,  if  poffible  it  be, 
Withhold  this  bitter  cup  j 

2ut 


46         F  SAL  M     XXIL 

But  Irefign  ray  will  to  thee, 
And  drink  the  ibrrows-  up. 

11  My  heart  diffolves  with  pangs  unknown, 
In  groans  I  waits  my  breath  : 

Thy  heavy  hand  hath  brought  me  down 
Low  as  the  dull  of  death" 

12  Father,  I  give  my  fpirit  up, 
And  truft  it  in  thy  hand  : 

My  dying  flefli  {hall  reft  in  hope, 
And  rile  at  thy  command. 

PSALM     XXIL     Second  Pari* 
ChrijVs  fuffsrings  and  kingdom. 

*      '    ]\TO  W  from  the  roaring  lion's  rage, 

•^  "  O  Lord,  proteSl  thy  fan  I 

f(  Nor  leave  thy  darling  to  engage 
'«  The  po<wyrs  of  hell  alone ." 

-2  Thus  did  the  fufF'ring  Saviour  pray 

With  mighty  cries  and  tears  :. 
God  heard  him  in  that  dreadful  day,. 

And  chas'd  away  his  fears. 

3  Great  was  the  vicYry  of  his  deaths 
His  throne  exalted  high  ; 

And  all  the  kindreds  of  the  earth 
Shall  worfhip,  or  fhall  die. 

4  A  num'rous  offspring  muft  arife 
From  his  expiring  groans  ; 

They  fhall  be  reckon'd  in  his- eyes 
For  daughters  and  for  fons. 

5  The  meek  and  humble  fouls  fhall  fee 
His  table  richly  fpread  ; 

And  all  who  feek  the  Lord  fnall  be 
With  joys  immortal  fed. 

6  The  ifles  fhall  know  the  right'oufnefe 
Of  our  incarnate  Go  d,. 

And 


PSALM     XIL  XIIL     4j 

And  nations  yet  unborn  profefs, 
Salvation  In  his  blood. 

P  S  A  L  U     XXII.     Long    Metre, 

C hi-ift'  s  fufferings  and  exaltation, 

O  VV  let  our  mournful  fongs  record 
The  dying  farrows  of  our   Lord, 

When  he  complain'd  in  tears  and  blood., 

As  one  forfaken  of  his  God. 

2  The  rJe<ws  behold  him  thus  forlorn, 
Andihake  the  head,   and  laugh  in  fcorn  \ 
"  He  refcu'd  others  from  the  grave, 

cc  Now  let  hirn  try  himfelf  to  fave. 

3  "  This  is  the  man  did  once  pretend 
<rf  God  was  his  Father  and  his  Friend; 
"  If  God  the  bleffed  lov'd  him  fo, 

**  Why  doth  he  fail  to  help  him  now  ?" 

4  Barbarous  people  !  cruel  priefts  ! 
How  they  Hand  round  like  lavage  beads  ; 
Like  lions  gaping  to  devour, 

When  God  has  left  him  in  their  pow'r. 

5  They  wound  his  head,  his  hands,  his  Fettf 
frill  ftreams  of  blood  each  other  meet  ; 

By  lot  his  garments  they  divide, 
And  mock  the  pangs  in  which  he-  dy'd. 

6  But  God  his  Father  heard  his  cry  ; 
Rais'd  from  the  dead  hfc  reigns  on  high  j 
The  nations  learn  his  right'oufnefs, 
And  humble  fihners  tafte  his  grace. 

PSALM    XXIII.     Long  Metre, 

God  our  Jkepherd. 

[    ]\yf  Y    mepherdis  the  living  Lord  ; 

1  \  JL  Now  mall  my  wants  be  well  fupply'd/ 
rlls  providence  and  holy  word 
Become  my  fafety  and  my  guide, 

z  In 


*S         PSAL  M    XXIII. 

2  In  paftures  where  falvation  grows, 
He  makes  me  feed,  he  makes  mereit  4 
There  Hying  water  gently  flows, 
And  all  the  food  divinely  bleit. 

3  My  wand'ring  feet  his  ways  miftake  ; 
Bat  he  reftores  my  foul  to  peace, 

And  leads  me  for  his  mercy's  fake, 
In  the  fair  path  of  right'oufnefs. 

4  Though  I  walk  through  the  gloomy  vale, 
Where  death  and  all  its  terrors  are, 

My  heatt  and  hope  (hall  never  foil, 
For  God  my  Shepherd's  with  me  there. 

5  Amidlt.  the  darknefs  and  the  deeps, 
Thou  art  my  comfort,  thou  my  (lay  ; 
Thy  flaiFfupports  my  feeble  Heps, 
Thy  rod  direcls  my  doubtful  way. 

6  Ths  fons  of  earth,  and  fons  of  hell*. 
Gaze  at  thy  goodnefs,  and  repine 

To  fee  my  table  fpread  fo  well 
With  living  bread  and  chearful  wine, 
[7  How  I  rejoice  when  on  my  head 
Thy  fpirit  condefcends  to  reft  • 
?Tis  a  divine  anointing  fhed 
Like  oil  of  gladnefs  at  a  feaft. 

3  Surely  the  mercies  of  the  Lord 
Attend  his  houfhold  all  their  days  ; 
There  wHl  I  dwell  to  hear  his  word, 
To  feek  his  face,  and  fing  his  praife.] 

PSALM     XXriI.       Common  Metre. 

1  "Ji/f  y  Shepherd  will  fupply  my  need, 
XV X     Jehovah  is  his  name  ; 

In  paftures  frefli  he  makes  me  feed, 
Beiide  the  living  ftream. 

2  He  brings  my  wand'ring  fpirit  back, 
When  I  forfake  his  ways, 

And 


PSALM     XXIII.         *j| 

Andleads  me,  .for  his  mercy's  fake, 
in  paths  of  truth  and  grace. 

3  When  I  walk  thro'  the  fhades  of  death, 
Thy  prefence  is  my  it  ay  ; 

A  word  of  thy  fupporting  breath 
Drives  all  my  fears  away. 

4  Thy  hand,  in  fpite  of  all  my  foes* 

Doth  gill  my  table  fpread  ; 

My  cap  with  bleffings  overflows, 

Thine  oil  anoints  my  head. 

5  The-fare  provisions  of  my  God? 
Attend  me  all  my  days  ; 

O  may  thy  houfe  be  mine  abode. 
And  all  my  work  be  praife  ! 

6  There  would  I  find  a  fettled  reft, 
(While  others  go  and  come) 

No  more  a  Granger  or  a  gueft, 
But  like  a  child  at  home. 

PSALM    XXIII.      Short  Metre* 

t  ^HT^  H  E  Lord  my  mepherd  is, 
X       I  &all  be  well  fapply'd  : 
Since  he  is  mine,  and  I  am  his, 
What  can  I  want  befide  ? 

2  He  leads  me  to  the  place 
Where  heav'nly  pafture  grows. 

Where  living  waters  gently  pafs. 
And  full  falvation  flows. 

3  If  e'er  I  go  aftray, 

He  doth  my  foul  reclaim, 
And  guides  me  in  his  own  right  wsyj 
For  his  morVholy  name. 

4  While  he  affords  his  aid, 
I  cannot  yield  to  fear  ; 

Tho'  I  mould  walk  thro*  death's  dark  Jharie, 
My  Shepherd's  with  me  there. 

E  5  la 


<o       PSALM    xxiy, 

5  In  fpite  of  all  my  foes 

..:  doit  my  table  fpread  ; 
My  cup  with  bleifings  overflows, 

And  joy  exalts  my  head. 

6  The  bounties  of  thy  love 

II  cro^n  my  foi::\ving  days  ; 
Nor  frcm  thy  houfe  will  I  remove, 
Nor  ceafe  to  (peak  thy'  praife, 

PSALM     XXIV.       Common  Metre, 

Dwelling  <a;. 

i   '  |  v  H  E  earth  for  e 

X.        With  -Adtfafl  num'rens  race  j 
He  rats'd  its  arches  o'er  the  floods*, 
And  built  it  on  the 

2  But  who  among  the  fons  of  men 
May  vifit  tbin< 

He  who  has  hands  from  mifchief  clfM« 
Whofe  heart  is  right  with  God. 

3  This  is  the  man  may  rile  and  take 
The  blemngs  of  his  grace  : 

This  is  the  lot  of  thofe  who  fce!> 
The  God  of  Jacob's  face. 

4  Now  let  your  foul's  immortal  pow'rs, 
To  meet  the  Lord  prepare, 

Lift  up  their  everl ailing  doors, 
The  King  of  glory's  near. 

5  The  King  of  glory  !  who  can  tell 
The  wonders  of  his  might  ? 

He  ru4es  the  nations  ;  but  to  dwell 
With  faints  is  his  delight. 

PSALM     XXIV.     Long  Metre. 
Saints  dwell  in  heaven  ;  or,  Chrift'i  afcenfion. 
l   T"^  H  I  S   fpacious  earth  is  all  the  Lord's, 
I     And  men  and  worms,  and  bead:  and  birds ; 

*  He 


halm  xxv.      51 

Me  rais'd  the  building  on  the  Teas, 
And  gave  it  for  their  dwelling  place. 
2  But  there's  a  brighter  place  on  high, 
Thy  palace,  Lord,  above  the  fky  : 
Whofhali  aicend  that  bleft  abode, 
And  dwell  fo  near  his  maker  God  r" 
5  He  who  abhors  and  fears  to  im, 
Whofe  heart  is  pur-,  whofe  hands  are  clean, 
Him  fhaU  the  Lord  the  Saviour  blefs, 
And  clothe  his  foul  with  right'oufnefs. 

4  Thefe  are  the  men,  the  pious  race,. 
Who  leek  the  God  of  Jacob's  face  ;. 
Thefe  fhall  enjoy  the  blifsful  fight. 
And  dwell  in  everl ailing,  light. 

?    a    u    s    B. 

5  Rejoice,  ye  mining  worlds  on  high,- 
Behold,  the  King  of  glory's  nigh  L 
Who  can  this  King  of  glory  be  ? 
The  mighty  Lord,  the  Saviour's  he. 

6  Ye  heav'nly  gates,  your  leaves  difplay 
To  raake  the  Lord  the  Saviour  way  : 
Laden  with  fpoiis  of  earth  and  hell 

The  coaqu'for  comes  with  Goj>  to  dweiL 

7  Rais'd  from  the  dead  he  goes  before  ; 
He  opens  heav'n's  eternal  door, 

To  give  his  faints  a  bleft  abode, 
Near  their  Redeemer  and  their  God, 

PSALM     XXV.      EirJTPtrf. 

Waiting  for  pardon  and  direSlion, 

1   T"  Lift  my  foul  to  God, 

j[     My  truft  is  in  his  name  ; 
Let  not  my  foes  who  feek  my  blood", 

Still  triumph  in  my  fhame. 

E  2.  z  Sift 


$2         PSALM    XXV. 

2  Sin  and  the  povv'rs  of  hell 
Perfuade  me  to  defpair  ; 

Lord  make  me  know  thy  covenant  wdf> 
That  I  may  'fcape  the  fnare. 

3  From  the  firft  dawning  light, 
'Till  the  dark  ev'ning  rife, 

For  thy  falvation,  Lord,  I  wait 
With  ever  longing  eyes. 

4  Remember  all  thy  grace, 
A/.d  lead  me  in  thy  truth  %. 

Forgive  the  fins  of  riper  days, 
And  follies  of  my  youth. 

5  The  Lord  is  jaft  and  kind, 
The  meek  fhall  learn  his  way?* 

And  ev'ry  humble  finner  find 
The  methods  of  his  grace. 

6  For  his  own  goodnefs  fake, 
He  faves  my  foul  from  fcame,. 

He  pardons   (though  my  guilt  be  great} 
Thro'-my  Redeemer's  name. 

PSALM     XXV.      Second  Part. 

Divine  injlruttion. 

HERE  mall  the  man  be  found 
Who  fears  t'  efFend  his  God* 
Who  loves  the  gofpel's  joyful  found, 
And  trembles  at  the  red  ?• 

2  The  Lord  fhall  make  him  know 
The  fecrets  of  his  heart, 

The  wonders  of  his  covenant  mo w> 
And  all  his  love  impart. 

3  The  dealings  of  his  hand' 
Are  truth  and  mercy  ftill, 

With  fuch  as  to  his  cov'nant  ftand> 
And  love  :o  do  his  will, 

4.  Thefr- 


PSALM    XXV.         53 

4  Their  fouls  fhall  dwell  at  eafe 

Before  their  Maker's  face  : 
Their  feeds  fhall  tafte  the  promifes 

In  their  extenfive  grace. 

PSALM     XXV.     Third  Part, 
"Diftrefs  of  foul ;  or,  bachfiding  and  defrtioiu 
I   "Tk  jf  I  N  E  eyes  and  my  defire 

xVjL     ^re  ever  to  tne  Lord  £ 

1  love  to  plead  his  promiies, 

And  reft  upon  his  word. 

2  Turn,  turn  thee  to  my  foul, 
Bring  thy  falvation  near, 

When  will  thy  hand  f  eleafe  my  feeS 
Out  of  the  deadly  fnare  ? 

3  When  ihall  the  fov 'reign  grace 
Of  my  forgiving  God, 

Eeftore  me  from  thofe  dang'rous  waya 
My  wandering  feet  have  trod  1 

4  The  tumult  of  my  thoughts 
Doth  but  enlarge  my  woe  ; 

My  fp irk  languishes,  my  heart 

Is  defolate  and  low.  /* 

5  With  ev'ry  morning  light 
My  forrow  new  begins  ; 

iiOok  on  my  angaiih  anfiajy  paifly 
And  pardon  all  my  iins. 

Pause; 

6  Behold  the  hofrs  of  hell, 
How  cruel  is  their  hate  ! 

Againft  my  life  they  rife,  and  join 
Their  fury  with  deceit. 

7  O  keep  my  foul  from  death, 
Nor  put  my  hope  to  mame  .; 

For  I  have  plac'd  my  only  trull 
In  my  Redeemer's  name. 

E  3  §  Wkh 


54    PSALM    XXVI.  XXVIL 

8  With  humble  faith  I  wait 

To  fee  thy  face  again  ; 
QUfr'el  it  (hall  ne'er  be  faid, 

He  fought  the  Lord  in  vain. 

F  S  A  L  M     XXVI. 

Self  examination  ;  or,  evidences  of  grace*- 

1  JUDGE  me,  O  Lord,  and  prove  my  ways>. 
J      And  try  my  reins,  and  try  my  heart  j 

My  faith  upon  thy  promife  flays, 
Ncr  from  thy  law  my  feet  depart,. 

2  I  hate  to  walk,  I  hate  to  fit 
With  men  of  vanity  and  lies  ;, 

The  fcoffer  and  the  hypocrite, 
Are  the  abhorrence  of  mine  eyes* 

j  Amongft  thy  faints  will  I  appear, 
With  hand*- well  wam'd  in  innocence: 

But  when  I  ftand  before  thy  bar, 
The  blood  of  Chrift  is  my  defence. 

4  I  love  tlry  habitation,  Lord, 

The  temple  where. thine  honors  dwells 
There  mall  I  hear  thy  holy  word, 
And  there  thy  works,  of  wonder  tell. 

5  Let  not  ray  foul  be  join'd  at  lad 
With  men  of  treachery  and  blood* 

Since  I  my  days  on  earth  have  pall 
Arnon^  the  faints,  and  near  my  God. 

PSALM     XXVIL       Firji  Part. 

The  Church   is  our  delight  and  fafety* 

T   ngr^H  E  Lord' of  glory  is  my  light, 

J[        And  my  falvation  too  ; 
God  is  my  ftrength  5,  nor  will  I  fear 
What  all  my  foes  can  do. 

i  One  privilege  my  heart  defires  ;. 
O  grant  me  an  abod» 

Among 


PSALM     XXVIL       & 

Among  the  churches  of  thy  faints*. 
The  temples  of  my  God  ! 

3  There  mall  1  offer  ray  requells^ 
And  fee  thy  beauty  itill  ; 

Shall  hear  thy  meffages  of  love, 
And  there  enquire  thy  will. 

4  When  troubles  rife,  and  ftorms  appear^, 
There  may  his  children  hide  r 

God  has  a  ftrong  pavil'on,  where 
He  makes  my  foul  abide,- 

5  Now  fhall  my  head  be  lifted  high 
Above  my  foes  around  ; 

And  fangs  of  joy  and  victory 
Within  thy  temple  found. 

PSALM     XXVIL       Second  Part, 

Prayer  and  hope- 

J   Q  O  O  N  as  I  heard  my  Father  fay~3 

1,3     Ft  children,  feek  my  grate, 
My  heart  reply'd,  without  delay, 

Pllfeek  my  Father's  face. 

2  Let  not  thy  face  be  hid  from  me*  ? 

Nor  frown  my  foul  away  5 
God  of  my  life,  I  fly  10  thee, 

In  a  diftreffing  day. 

I  Should  friends  and  kindred  near  ■  and' deai' 

Leave  me  to  wan*  or  die, 
My  God  would  make  my  life  his  care^ 

And  all  my  need  fupply.. 

{:  My  fainting  flefh  had  dy'd  with  grief; 

Had  not  my  foul  believ'd 
Fo  fee  thy  grace  provide  relief, 

Nor  was  my  hope  deceiv'd. 

;  Wait  on  the  Lord,  ye  trembling  faints, 
AM  keep  your  courage  up  ? 

He'll 


y6      PSALM  XXIX.  XXX, 

He'll  raife  your  fpirit  when  it  faints, 
And  far  exceed  your  hope. 

PSALM       XXIX. 

Storm  and  thunder. 

i   /~*  I V  E  to  the  Lord,  ye  fons  of  fame, 

VJT     Give  to  the  Lord  renown  and  pov/r  ^ 
Afcribe  due  honors  to  his  name, 
And  his  eternal  might  adore. 

2  The  Lord  proclaims  his  pow'r  alouc! 
Over  the  ocean  and  the  land  ; 

His  voice  divides  the  wat'ry  cloud, 
And  lightnings  blaze  at  his  command. 

3  Hefpeaks,  and  tempeft,  hail  and  wind'. 
Lay  the  wid«r  foreft  bare  around  ; 

The  fearful  hart  and  frighted  hind, 
Leap  at  the  terror  of  the  found. 

4  To  Lebanon  he  turns  his  voice, 
Audio  !  the  ftately  cedars  break.? 
The  mountains  tremble  at  the  noife, 
The  valies  roar,  the  defart^  quake. 

5  The  Lord  fits  fov'reign  on  the  floods 
The  thund'rer  reigr.s  for  ever  King  :- 
But  makeJ  his  church  his  belt:  abode, 
Where  we  Ills  awful  glories  fing. 

6  In  gentler  language  there  the  Loret 
Thecounfels  of  his  grace  imparts  : 
Amidft  the  raging  llorm,  his  word 
Speaks  peace  and  courage  to  cur  hearts. 

,       PSALM    XXX.   Flrft  fart. 

Sickr.efs  h.aled,  and  forro~jj  removed, 

l   TT  Will  extol  thee,  Lord,  on  high, 

JL  At  thy  command  difeafes  fly  : 
Who  but  a  God  can  fpeak  and  fave 
From  the  dark  borders  of  the  grave  r 

2  Sing 


FSA.LM     XXX.         57 

2  Sing  to  the  Lord.  ye  faint 9- of  his, 
And  tell  boss  l^r-gn  his  goodnels  is  ; 
Let  all  your  pow'r?  rejoice,  and  blefs, 
While  you  record  his  holinefs. 

3  His  anger  but  a  moment  flays  ; 
His  love  is  life  and  length  of  days  r 

Tho'  grief  and  tears  the  night  employ, 
The  morning-liar  reflores  the  joy. 

PSALM    XXX.       Second  Part. 

Health,  Jicknefs,  and  recovery* 

1  TTJN I R  M   was  my  health,  my  day  was  brig&t 
JP     And  I  prefum'd  'twould  ne'er  benight  I 

Fondly  I  faid  within  my  heart, 

te  Pleafnre  and  peace,  faall  ne* er  depart." 

2  But  I  forgot  thine  arm  was  ftrong, 
Which  made  my  mountain  Hand  lb  long  | 
Soon  as  thy  face  began  to  hide, 

My  health  was  gone,  my  comforts  dy'cL 

3  I  ery'd  aloud  to  thee,  my  God  ! 

<e  What  can' it  thou  profit  by  my  blood  ? 

"  Deep  in  the  dull  can  I  declare 

"  Thy  truth,  or  ring  thy  goodnefs  there  ? 

4  "  Hear  me,  O  God  of  grace  I  I  faid, 
"  And  bring  me  from  among  the  dead  £* 
Thy  word  rebuk'd  the  pains  I  felt, 

Thy  pard'ning  love  remoV'd  my  guilt. 

5  My  groans,  and  tears,  and  forms  of  woe-3 
Are  turn'd  to  joy  and  praifes  now  ; 

I  throw  my  fackcloth  on  the  ground, 
And  eafe  and  gladnefs  gird  me  round* 

6  My  tongue,  the  glory  of  my  frame, 
Shall  ne'er  be  filent  of  thy  name  ; 

Thy  praife  mail  found  thro'  earth  and  heav'n* 
Fox  ficknels  heal'd  and  fins  forgiv'n. 

PSAL  M 


5S         PSALM    XXXI. 

PSALM     XXXI.      Fir/}    Part'. 
Deliverance  from    death. 

1  T  NT  O  thine  hand,  O  God  of  truth, 
i     My  fpirit  I  commit  ? 

Thou  haft  redeemed  my  foul  from  death. 
And  fav'd  me  from  the  pit. 

2  The  paflions  of  my  hope  and  fear 
Maintain'd  a  double  ftrife, 

While  farrow,  pain,  and  fin  ccnfpir'd 
To  take  away  my  life. 

3  My  times  are  in  thine  hand,  I  cry'd, 
Tho*  I  draw  ?:ear  the  dujf  : 

TThou  art  the  refuse  where  I  hide, 
The  God  in  whom  I  trail. 

4  O  make  thy  reconciled  face 
Upon  thy  fervant  mine, 

And  fave  me  for  thy  mercy's  fake, 
For  I'm  entirely  thine. 

Pause. 

[5  'Twas  in  my  hade  my  fpirit  faid, 

/  mujl  defpair  and  die, 
1  a?n  cut  off  before  thine  eyes  ; 

But  thou  haft  heard  my  cry.} 

6  Thy  goodnefs,  how  divinely  free  i' 
How  wond'rous  is  thy  grace, 

To  thofe  who  fear  thy  Majefcy, 
And  trail  thy  promifes  ! 

7  O  love  the  Lord,  all  ye  his  faints, 
And  fing  his  pralfes  loud  ; 

He'll  lend  his  ear  to  your  complaints, 
And  reco^npence  the  proud. 

PSALM     XXXI.       Second  Part. 
Deliverance  from  jlander  and  reproach, 
i   7%/f"Y  heart  rejoices  in  thy  name, 

Thou 


PSALM    XXXII.        59 

jfhou  haft  pfefervM  my  face  from  fhame> 
Mine  honor  from  the  duii. 

z  "  My  life  is  ipent  with  grief,  1  cry'd, 

"  My  years  confum'd  in  groans, 
!<  My  ftrength  decays,  mine  eyes  are  dry'd, 

"  And  iorrow  wattes-  my  bones. *' 

5  Among  mine  enemies,  *§!y  name 

Was  a  mere  fr&verb  grown, 
While  to  my. neighbours  Fbecame 

Forgotten  and  uuknown. 

4.  Slander  and  fear  on  ev'ry  fide 

Seiz'd  and  befet  ms  round  : 
[  to  the  throne  of  grace  apply'dj 

And  fpeedy  refcue  found. 

Pa   u   s   e. 

5  How  great  deliv'rance  thou  hait^wrought 

Before  the  fons  of  men  ! 
The  lying  lips  to  filence  brought, 

And  made  their  boafting  vain  ! 

5  Thy  children  from  the  ftrife  of  tongues, 

Shall  thy  pavi'/on  hide, 
Guard  them  from  infamy  and  wrongs, 

And  crufh  the  fons  of  pride. 

7  Within  thy  fecret  prefence,  Lord, 

Let  me  for  ever  dwell  ; 
No  fenced  city,  walPd  and  barr'd, 

Secures  a  faint  fo  well. 

PSALM     XXXII,      Short  Metres 
Torgivenefs  of  Jin  upon  confejficn. 
I    /^\  Blefled  fouls  are  they 

\J     Wjaofe  fins  are  cover'd  e'er  ! 
Divinely  bleft,  to  whom  the  Lord 
Imputes  their  guilt  no  more. 

i  They  mourn>  their  follies  paft, 
And  keep  their  hearts  with  care  ; 

Their 


€o       PSA'LM    XXXII, 

Their  lips  and  lives  without  deceit 
Shall  prove  their  faith  fincere. 

3  While  I  conceal'd  my  guilt, 
I  felt  the  feit'ring  wound, 

5Till  I  confeft  my  fins  to  thee, 
And  ready  pardon  found. 

4  Let  lingers  learn  to  pray, 

Let  faints  keep  near  the  throne  ; 
Our  help  *n  times  of  deep  diiirefs 
Is  found  in  God  alone. 

PSALM     XXXII.     Common  Metre. 

Free  pardon  and '  Jiiuere  obedicn<s  ;  or,  ccvfejfion  a?id 
forgivetiffs . 

1  TJA  P  P  Y  the  man  to  whom  his  Goo 
X~JL     ^°  more  imputes  his  fin, 

Bat  walh'd  in  the  Redeemer's  blood, 
Hath  made  his  garments  clean  1 

2  Happy,  beyond  expression-*  he 
Whole  debts  are  turns  difcharg'd  ! 

And  from  the  guilty  bondage  free, 
He  feels  his  foul  enlarg'd. 

3  His  fp'rit  hates  deceit  and  lies, 
His  words  are  all  fmcere  : 

He  guards  his  heart,  he  guards  his  eye? 
To  keep  his  confcie nee, clear. 

4  While  I  my  inward  guilt  fuppreft: 
No  quiet  could  I  find  ; 

Tbv  wrath  lay  burning  in  my  breaft, 
And  rack'd  my  tortur'd  mind. 

5  Then  I  eonfefs'd  my  troubled  thoughts, 
My  fecrct  fins  reveaPd  ; 

Thy  pard'ning  grace  forgave  my  faults. 
Thy  love  my  pardon  feal'd. 

6  This  (hall  invite  thy  faints  to  pray  ; 
While,  like  a  raging  flood, 

Temptation?  rife,  our  itrength  and  flay 

Is  a  forgiving  God.  PSALM 


PSALM    XXXII.        61 

PSALM     XXXII.       Firji  Part. 

Repentance  and  free  pardon  ;  or,  juf  if  cation   and 

fanclification. 

1  TJ  L  E  S  T  is  the  man,  for  ever  bleft, 
J3  Whofe  guilt  is  pardon'd  by  his  God, 

Whofe  fins  with  forrow  are  confefs'd, 
And  cover 'd  with  his  Saviour's  blood, 

2  Bleil  is  the  man  to  whom  the  Lord 
Imputes  not  his  iniquities, 

He  pleads  no  merit  of  reward, 
And  not  on  works,  but  grace  relies. 

3  From  guile  his  heart  and  lips  are  free  £ 
His  humhle  joy,  his  holy  fear, 

With  deep  repentance  well  agree. 
And  join  to  prove  his  faith  fincere. 

4  How  glor'ous  is  that  right'oufnefs 
Which  hides  and  cancels  all  his  fins  ! 
While  a  bright  evidence  of  grace 
Through  his  whole  life  appears  and  mines. 

PSALM     XXXII.        Second  Part. 

A  guilty   conference  eafed  by  cmfejjimi  and  pardon* 

I  TI7HILE  I  keep  filence  and  conceal 
V  V    My  heavy  guilt  within  my  heart, 
What  torments  doth  my  confeience  feel  1 
What  agonies  of  inward  fmart ! 

z  I  (pre ad  my  fins  before  the  Lord, 
And  all  my  iecret  faults  confefs  ; 
Thy  gofpei  fpeaks  a  pard'ning  word, 
Thy  Holy  Spirit  feals  the  grace. 

;  For  this  (hall  cv'ry  humble  foul, 
Vlake  fwift  addrefTes  to  thy  feat  ; 
//hen  floods  of  huge  temptations  roll* 
There  fhall  they  find  abieft  retreat. 
{.  How  fafe  beneath  thy  wings  I  lie, 
rVhen  days  grow  dark  and  ftorms  appear  ! 

F  And 


62       PSALM     XXXIIL 

And  when  T  walk  thy  watchful  eye 
Shall  guide  me  fafe  from  ev'ry  fnare. 

PSALM     XXXIir.     FirJ}  Part. 
Works  of  creation  and  providence. 

i   jy   E  J  O I  C  E,  ye  right'ous,  in  the  Lord, 

JT^     This  work  belongs  to  you  : 
Sing  of  his  name,  his  ways,  his  word, 

How  holy,  jufl  and  true  ! 
i  His  mercy  and  his  right'oufnefs 

Let  heav'n  and  earth  proclaim  ; 
His  works  of  nature  and  of  grace 

Reveal  his  woml'rous  name. 

3  His  wifdom  and  almighty  word 
The  heav'nly  arches  fpread  ; 

And  by  the  fpirit  of  the  Lord 
Their  mining  hods  were  made. 

4  He  bade  the  liquid  waters  flow 
To  their  appointed  deep  : 

The  flowing  feas  their  limits  knowv 
And  their  own  ftation  keep. 

5  Ye  tenants  of  the  fpacious  earth, 
With  fear  before  him  ftand  : 

He  fpake,  and  nature  took  its  birth, 
And  refts  en  his  command. 

6  He  fcorns  the  angry  nations  rage, 
And  breaks  their  vain  defigns  ; 

His  counfel  ftands  thro'  ev'ry  age, 
And  in  full  glory  mines. 

PSALM     XXXIII.       Second  Part. 
Creatures  <vaint  and  God '  all-fufjicient* 
c   TJ  LEST  is  the  nation  where  the  Lord 

X3     Hath  fix-'d  his  glorious  throne  j 
Where  he  reveals  his  heav'nly  word, 
And  calls  their  tribes  his  own. 

2  His 


PSALM     XXXIII.       63 

z  His  eye,  with  infinite  furvey, 

Does  the  whole  world  behold  ; 
He  form'd  as  all  of  equal  clay, 

And  knows  our  feeble  mould. 

3  Kings  are  not  reica'd  by  the  force 
Of  armies  from  the  grave  ; 

Nor  fpeed  nor  courage  of  an  horfe 
Can  the  bold  rider  fave. 

4  Vain  is  the  ilrength  of  bead  or  men* 
To  hope  for  fafety  thence  ;  _ 

Bat  holy'iouls  from  Geo  obtain 
A  ftrong  and  fure  defence. 

5  God  is  their  fear,  and  Gob  their  tru£> 
When  plagues  or  famine  fpread  ; 

His  watchful  eye  fecures  the  juft, 
Among  ten  thoufand  dead. 

6  Lord,  let  our  hearts  in  thee  rejoice, 
And  blefs  us  from  thy  throne  ; 

For  we  have  made  thy  word  our  choice,. 
And  trail  thy  grace  alone. 

psalm    xxxrn. 

As  the  113th  Pfalm.     Firji  Pari, 

Works  of  creation  and  providence, 

1   "XJFUL  holy  fouls,  in  God  rejoice, 

\     Your  Maker's  praife  becomes  your  voice* 

Great  is  your  theme,  your  fongs  be  new  : 
Sing  of  his  name,  his  word,  his  ways, 
Kis  works  of  nature  and  of  grace, 

How  wife  and  holy,  juft  and  true  I 

z  Juftice  and  truth  he  ever  loves, 

And  the  whole  earth  his  goodnefs  proves, 

His  word  the  heav'nly  arches  fpread  ; 
How  wide  they  mine  from  north  to  fouth  ! 
And  by  the  fpirk  of  his  mouth 

Were  all  the  ikrry  armies  made, 

E  2  a  He 


64       PSALM    XXXIIL 

3  He  gathers  the  wide  flowing  feas, 
Thofe  wat'ry  treafures  know  their  place- 
In  the  vaft  ftore-houfe  of  the  deep  : 

He  fpake,  and  gaxt  all  nature  birth, 
And  fires,  and  teas,  and  heav'n  and  earth,. 
His  ever] ailing  orders  keep. 

4  Let  mortals  tremble  and  adore 
A  God  offuch  refiillefs  pow'r, 

Ncr  dare  indulge  their  feeble  rage  : 
Vain  are  your  tho'ts,  and  weak  your  hands, 
But  his  eternal  eounfel  Hands, 

And  rules  the  world  from  age  to  age. 

PSALM     XXX III.       Second  Parn 
Creatures  vain,   and  God  all-fufjicient '* 

Happy  nation,  where  the  Lord 
Reveals  the  treafure  of  his  word, 
And  builds  his  church,  his  earthly  throne  ! 
His  eye  the  heathen  world  furveys, 
He  fornvd  their  hearts,  he  knows  their  ways>. 
But  God  their  Maker  is  unknown. 

z  Let  kings  rely  upon  their  hoit, 

And  of  his  ilrength  the  champ'on  boaft  j; 

In  vain  they  boaft,  in-vain  rely  ;  , 

Jn  vain  we  truft  the  brutal  force, 
Or  fpeed  or  courage  of  an  horfe,. 

To  guard  his  rider  or  to  fly. 

3  The  eye  of  thy  companion,  Lord, 
Doth  more  fecure  defence  aiFord 

When  death,  or  dangers  threatening*  ftand'r 
Thy  watchful  eye  preferves  the  juft, 
Who  make  thy  name  their  fear  and  truft, 

When  wars  or  famine  wafte  the  land. 

4  In  ficknefs  or  the  bloody  field, 
"Thou  our  Phyfician,  thou  our  fhield, 

Send  as  falvation  from  thy  throne  : 

We 


PSALM    XXXIV,        65 

Ipfe  wait  to  fee  thy  goodnefs  mine  ; 
•Let  us  rejoice  in  help  divine, 
For  all  our  hope  is  God  alone. 

PSALM     XXXIV.       Firft  Fan. 
God's  care  of  the  Jainis  ;  or,    deliverance  by  prayer* 

1  T    ORD,  I  will  blefs  thee  all  my  days, 
JL^  Thy  praife  fnall  dwell  upon  my  tongue  : 

My  foul  (hall  glory  in  thy  grace, 
While  faints  rejoice  to  hear  the  fong. 

2  Come,  magnify  the  Lord  with  me. 
Come,  let  us  all  exalt  his  name  ; 

I  fought  th'  eternal  God,  and  he 
Has  not  expos 'd  my  hope  to  ftiame, 

3  I  told  him  all  my  fecret  grief, 

My  fecret  groaning  reached  his  ears  j 
He  gave  my  inward  pains  relief, 
And  calm'd  the  tumult  of  my  fears, 

4  To  him  the  poor  lift  up  their  eyes, 
Their  faces  feel  the  heav'nly  mine  ; 
A  beam  of  mercy  from  the  ikies 
Fills  them  with  light  and  joy  divine,, 

5  His  holy  angels  pitch  their  tents 
Around  the  men  who  ierve  the  Lord  t 

0  fear  and  love  him,  all  ye  faints, 
Taflc  of  his  grace,  and  trail  his  word  ! 

6  The  wild  young  liofts,  pinch'd  with  pairs 
And  hunger,  roar  through  all  the  wood  ; 
But  none  fhall  leek  the  Lord  in  vain, 

Nor  want  (applies  of  real  good. 

P   S   A  L  M     XXXIV.        Second  Parr, 
Religious  education  ;  or,   ipftruclions  of  piety  ■, 

1  ^""NHiidreu  in  yesr.:  and  knowledge  young, 
\_j  Your  parents'  hope,  your  parents' joy. 

Attend  the  counfeb  of  my  tongue, 
L^t  pious  thoughts  your  minds  employ, 

?  3  z'f 


■    €6       PSALM    XXXIV, 

2  If  you  defire  a  length  of  days, 
And  peace  to  crown  your  mortal  ftate, 
Reilraiu  your  feet  from  imp'ous  ways, 
Your  lips  from  fiander  and  deceit. 

3  The  eyes  of  God  regard  his  faints*. 
His  ears  are  open  to  their  cries  ; 

He  fets  his  frowning  face  againil 
The  fons  of  violence  ancMiess, 

4  To  humble  fouls  and  broken  hearts*. 
Go,d.  with  his-  grace  is  ever  nigh  y 
Pardon  and<  hope  his  love  imparts, 
When  men  in  deep  ccntrition  lie. 

5  He  tells  their  tears,  he  counts  their  groans^, 
His  Son  redeems  their  fouls  from  death  ; 
His  fpirit  heals  their  broken  bones, 

They  in  his  praife  employ  their  breath. 

P ■  S   A  L  M    XXXIV.    Firfi  Part. 

Common  Metre, 
Prayer  and  praifefor  eminent  deliverance* 

x  IT'LL  blefs  the  Lord  from  day  to  day  ;■. 

X     How  good  are  all  his  ways  ! 
Ye  humble  fouls  who  ufe  to  pray, 

Come,  help  my  lips  to  praife. 

2  vSing  to  the  honor  of  his  name, 
Kow  a  poor  iinner  cry'dl 

Nor  was  his  hope  expos'd  to  fliame,. 
Nor  was  his-  fuit  deny'd. 

3  When  threatening  forrows  round  me  freed, 
And  endlefs  wars  arofe, 

Like  the  loud  billows  of  a  flood, 
Redoubling  all  my  wees  j 

4  I  told  the  Lord  my  fore  diHrefs 
j         With  heavy  groans  and  tears  ; 

He  gave  my  iharpeft  torxnenti  eafe,    • 
And  (ilene'd  Ail  my  fesu 

Pause 


P.SALM    XXXIV.        67 

Pa  us  e. 

£5;  O  fmners  come  and  tafte  his  lovey 

Come,,  learn  his  pleafant  ways, 
And  let  your  own  experience  prove 

The  fweetnefs  of  his  grace. 

6.  He  b-ids  his  angels  pitch  their  tenta 

Round  where  his  children  dwell  ; 
What  ills  their  heav'nly  care  prevent: ? 

No  earthly  tongue  can  tell.] 
[7  O  love  the  Lord  ye  faints- of  his  I 

His  eye  regards  the  juffi  ;. 
How  richly  bleft  their  portion  is 

Who  make  the  Lord  their  truft  ! 

3  Young  lions  pinch' d  with  hunger  roa-iv 
And  fam-ifh  in  the  wood  ;. 

But  Goo  fop  plies  his  holy  poor,- 
With  ev'ry' needful  good.] 

PSALM     XXXIV.       Second  Part. 

Exhortation  to  peace  and  holinefs. 

1  /"^OME,.  children,  learn  to  fear  the  Lord^ 
l^i     And  that  your  days  be  long. 

Let  not  a  fa-lfe  or  {pit^M  word 
Be  found  upon  your  tongue. 

2  Depart  from  mifcMef,  practice  lbve> 
Purfue  the  works  of  peace  : 

So  fhall  the  Lord  your  ways  approve?. 
And  fet  your  foals  at  eafe. 

5  His  eyes  awake  to  guard  the  juft* 

His  ears  attend  their  cry  : 
When  broken  fpirits  dwell  in  dull;, 

The  God  of  grace  is  "nigh. 

4  What  tho*  the  forrows  here  they  taftc 
Are  fhr.rp  and  ted'ous  too  i1 

The  Lord  who  faves  them  all  at  la#>. 
Is  their  fupposter  now, 

5  Evil 


68        PSALM    XXXV. 

5  Evil  mall  fmite  the  wicked  dead  ; 
But  God  fecures  his  own  ; 

Prevents  the  mifchief  when  they  Aide, 
Or  heals  the  broken  bone. 

6  When  defolation,  like  a  flood, 
O'er  the  proud  fmner  rolls, 

Saints  find  a  refuge  in  their  God, 
For  he  redeems  their  fouls. 

PSALM     XXXV.       Firft  Parr. 

Prayer  and  faith  cf  per  ft  cut  ed  faints  ;  or,    inrprera* 
tions  mixt  -tvith  charity, 

1  l^TOW  plead  my  cauie  almighty  God, 
X^      With  all  the  ions  of  itrife  ; 

And  fight  againft  the  men  of  blood, 
Who  fight  againft  my  life. 

2  Draw  out  thy  fpear  and  ii:op  their  way, 
Lift  thine  avenging  rod  ; 

But  to  my  foul  in  mercy  fay, 
/  am  thy  Saviour  God. 

3  They  plant  their  fnares  to  catch  my  feet,. 
And  nets  of  mifchief  fb  re  2d  ; 

Plunge  the  delfcroyers  in  the  pit 
Which  their  own  hands  have  made. 

4  Let  fo^s  and  darknefs  hide  their  way, 
And  flipp'ry  be  their  ground  ; 

Thy  wrath  mail  make  their  lives  a  prey*  1 
And  all  their  rage  confound. 

t;  They  fly  like  ehafF  before  the  wind,. 

Before  thine  angry  breath  ; 
The  angel  of  the  Lord  behind, 

Purfues  them  down  to  death. 

6  They  love  the  road  which  leads  to  hell  ; 

Then  let  the  rebels  die, 
Whofe  malice  is  implacable 

Againft  the  Lord  moil  high. 

7  Bat 


PSALM    XXXV.        6$ 

7  But,  if  thou  haft  a  chcfen  few 

Among!!  that  imp'ous  race, 
Divide  them  from  the  bloody  crew 

By  thy  furpriBng  grace. 

S  Then  will  I  raife  my  tuneful  voice 

To  make  thy  wonders  known  : 
In  their  falvation  I'll  rejoice, 

And  blefs  thee  for  my  own. 

PSALM     XXXV.      Second  Part. 

Love  to  enemies  ;  or,  the  love  of  Chrift  to  finners 
typied  in  David. 

EKOLD  the  love,  the  gen'rous  love, 
Which  holy  David  fhows  ! 
Hark,  how  his  founding  bowels  move 
To  his  afflicted  foes  I 

2  When  they  are  fick,  his  foul  complains 
And  feems  to  fed  the  fmart  ; 

Thefpirit  of  the  gofpel  reigns., 
And  melts  his  pious  heart. 

3  How  did  his  flowing  tears  condole 
As  for  a  brother  dead  ! 

And  fafting  mortify'd  his  foul, 
While  for  their  life  he  pray'd. 

4  They  groan'd,  and  curs'd  him  on  their  bed. 
Yet  ftill  he  pleads  and  mourns  ; 

And  double  blefiings  on  his  head 
The  right'ous  Lord  returns. 

5  O  glorious  type  of  heav'uly  grace  ! 
Thus  Chriu  the  Lord  appears  ; 

While  finners  curfe,  the  Saviour  prays. 
And  pities  them  with  tears  ! 

6  He,  the  true  David,  IfSeVs  King, 
Bleft  and  belov'd  of  God, 

To  fave  us  rebels  dead  in  fin, 
Paid  his  own  deareft  blood. 

PSALM 


70        PSALM    XXXVI. 

PSALM     XXXVL     Long  Metre. 

The  perfections  and 'providence  of 'God  ;  or,    general 
providence  andfpecial  grace. 

1  IT  I  G  H  in  the  heav'ns,  eternal  God, 
XT.  Thy  goodnefs  in  full  glory  fhines  : 

Thy  truth  fhail  break  thro'  ev'ry  cloud 
Which  veiis  and  darkens  thy  defigns. 

2  For  ever  firm  thy  juftice  ftands, 

As  mountains  their  foundations  keep  ; 
Y/ife  are  the  wonders  of  thy  hands, 
Thy  judgments  are  a  mighty  deep. 

3  Thy  providence  is  kind  and  large, 
Both  man  and  beaft  thy  bounty  fhare  ; 
The  whole  creation  is  thy  charge, 
But  faints  are  thy  pecul'ar  care. 

4  My  God  !  how  excellent  thy  grace, 
Whence  all  our  hope  and  comfort  fprings  ! 
The  fons  of  Adam  in  diftrefs 

Ply  to  the  fhadow  of  thy  wings. 

5  From  the  provifions  of  thy  houfe 
We  fliall  be  fed  with  fweet  repaft  ; 
There  mercy  like  a  river  flows. 
And  brings  falvation  to  our  tafte. 

6  Life,  like  a  fountain  rich  and   free, 
Springs  from  the  prefence  of  die  Lord  ; 
And  in  thy  light  our  iouls  mall  fee 
The  glories  promis'd  in  thy  word. 

PSALM     XXXVL     Common  Metre. 
Praftical  atheifm  expojed  ;  or,    the    being  and   at- 
tributes of  God  afferled. 

I   TT  7  H I L  E  men  grow  bold  in  wicked  ways 

W       And  yet  a  God  they  own, 
My  heart  within  me  often  fays, 
-Their  thoughts  believe  thsre's  none. 

z  Thei? 


PSALM    XXXVI.     71 

2  Their  thoughts  and  ways  at  once  declare* 
(Whate'er  their  lips  profefs) 

God  hath  no  wrath  for  them  to  fear, 
Nor  will  they  feek  his  grace. 

3  What  ftrange  felf-flatt'ry  blinds  their  eyes  ! 
But  there's  a  hait'ning  hour, 

When  they  fhall  fee  with  fore  furprife, 
The  ^errors  of  thy  pow'r. 

4  Thy  juflice  mall  maintain  its  throne, 
Tho'  mountains  melt  away  : 

Thy  judgments  are  a  world  unknown. 
A  deep  unfa  horn' d  fea. 

5  Above  th^fe  heav'ns'  created  rounds, 
Thy  mercies,  Lord,  extend  : 

Thy  truth  outlives  the  narrow  bounds 
Where  time  and  nature  end. 

6  Safety  to  man  thy  goodnefs  brings, 
Nor  overlooks  the  beafl ; 

Beneath  the  fhadow  of  thy  wings 
Thy  children  chufe  to  reft. 

7  From  thee,  when  creature-flreams  run  low? 
And  mortal  comforts  die, 

Perpet'aKpring  of  life  fhall  flow. 
And  raife  our  pieafures  high. 

8  Tho'  all  created  light  decay, 
And  death  clofe  up  our  eyes, 

Thy  prefence  makes  eternal  day, 
Where  clouds  can  never  rife. 

PSALM     XXXVL     Short  Metre. 
The  luickednefs  of  man,  and  the  majejly  of  Gad;  or* 

fraSiical  atheifm  expojed. 
I   \KJ  KEN  man  grows  bold  in  fin, 

\  V       My  heart  within  me  cries, 
He  bath  no  faith  of  God  within* 
Nor  J  ear  before  his  ejes, 

%  {He 


7  a      PSALM    XXXVII. 


2  [He  walks  awhile  conceal'd 
In  a  felf-flart'ring  dream, 

'Till  his  dark  crimes,  at  once  reveal'd, 
Expofe  his  hateful  name.] 

3  His  heart  is  falfe  and  foul, 

His  words  are  fmooth  and  fair  ; 
Wifdom  is  banifh'd  from  his  foul, 
And  leaves  no  goodnefs  there. 

4  He  p1ots  upon  his  bed, 
New  mifchiefs  to  fulfil, 

He  fets  his  heart,  and  hand,  and  head, 
To  practice  all  that's  ill. 

5  But  there's  a  dreadful  God, 
Though  men  renounce  his  fear  : 

His  juftice,  hid  behind  the  cloud, 
Shall  one  great  day  appear. 

6  His  truth  tranfcends  the  iky, 
In  heav'n  his  mercies  dwell  ; 

Deep  as  the  lea  his  judgments  lie, 
His  anger  burns  to  hell. 

7  How  excellent  his  love, 
Whence  all  our  fafety  fprings  ! 

O  never  let  my  foul  remove 
From  underneath  his  wings. 

PSALM     XXXVII.     Firfl  Part. 

*The  cure  of  envy,  fretfulnefs,  and  unbelief',  or, 
the  rewards  of  the  righteous  and  wicked  ;  or, 
the  world* 's  hatred  and  the  faint* 's  patience. 

j   t'TTHY  mould  I  vex  my  foul,  and  fret 
VV       To  fee  the  wicked  rife  ? 

Or  envy  finners  waxing  great 
By  violence  and  lies  ! 

2  As  flow'ry  grafs  cut  down  at  noon, 

Before  the  ev'ning  fades, 
So  fhall  their  glories  vanifti  foon, 

I  p.  everlafdng  fhades.  3  Then 


P  S  A  L  M    XXXVII.       fi 

v.  Then  let  me  make  the  Lord  my  truft* 

And  practice  all  that's  good  ; 
So  'mall  I  dwell  among  the juH, 

And  he'll  provide  me  food. 

.4  I  to  ray  God  my  ways  commit, 

And  chearful  wait  his  will  ; 
Thy  hand  which  guides  my  doubtful  feet„ 

Shall  my  deiires  fulfil. 

5  Mine  innocence  malt  thou  difplay* 

And  make  thy  judgments  known., 
Pair  as  the  light  of  dawning  day, 

And  glorious  as  the  neon. 

•6  The  meek  at  laft  the  earth  pofTefs* 

And  are  the  heirs  of  heav'n  ; 
'True  riches,  with  abundant  peace, 

To  humble  fouls  are  giv'n. 

Pause. 

y  Reft  in  the  Lord,  and  keep  his  way, 

Nor  let  your  anger  rife, 
Tho'  providence  mould  long  delay 

To  punifh  haughty  vice. 

3  Let  finners  join  to  break  ycur  peaces 

And  plot,  and  rage,  and  foam  ;. 
The  Lord  derides  ttiem,  for  he  fees 

Their  day  of  veng'ance  come. 

9  They  have  drawn  out  the  threat'ning  fword.s 
Have  bent  the  murd'rous  bow, 

To  flay  the  men  who  feaf  the  Lord, 
And  bring  the  right'ous  lov/. 

10  My  God  mall  break  their  bows  and  bu*ra 
Their  perfecuting  darts, 

Shall  their  own  fwords  againft  them  turn, 
And  painfurprife  their  hearts. 

G  PSALM 


*4      PSALM     XXXVII. 

PSALM     XXXVII.      Second  Part. 
Charity  to  the  poor  ;  or,  Religion  in  words  and  deeds* 
i   \\7  H  Y   do  the  wealthy  wicked  boail, 

\y       And  grow  profanely  bold  i 
The  meaneft  portion  of  the  juft 
Excels  the  Tinner's  gold. 

2  The  wicked  borrows  of  his  friends, 
But  ne'er  deiigns  to  pay  : 

The  faint  is  merciful,  and  lends> 
Nor  turns  the  poor  away. 

3  His  alms  with  lib'ral  heart  he  give* 
Amonglt  the  fons  of  need  ; 

His  mem'ry  to  long  ages  lives, 
And  bleiTed  is  his  feed. 

4  His  lips  abhor  to  talk  profane, 
To  (lander  or  defraud  ; 

His  ready  tongue  declare  to  men 
What  hekas  learn'd  of  God. 

5  The  law  and  gofpel  of  the  Lord 
Deep  in  his  heart  abide  ; 

Led  by  the  fpirit  and  the  word, 
His  feel  mail  never  Hide. 

6  When  fmners  fall,  the  right'ous  ftand, 
Preferv'd  from  ev'ry  fnare  ; 

They  fhall  poffefs  the  promis'd  land. 
And  dwell  for  ever  there. 

PSALM     XXXVII,      Third  Part. 

The  nvay  and  end  of  the  righteous  and  the  <wickt4*. 

i    TITTY  God,  the  fteps  of  pious  men. 

iVX     Are  order'd  °y  thy  will ; 
Tho'  they  mould  fall,  they  rife  again, 

Thy  hand  fupports  themftill. 

2  The  Lord  delights  to  fee  their  ways, 
Their  virtue  he  approve*  : 

He'!) 


P  SA.LM    XXXVIII.      71 

i-fe'll  ne'er  deprive  them  of  his  grace, 
Nor  leave  the  men  he  loves. 

3  The  heav'nly  heritage  is  theirs, 
Their  portion  and  their  honre  : 

He  feeds  theja  now  and  makes  them  heifg" 
Of  blelHngs  long  to  come. 

4  Wait  on  the  Lord  ye  fans  of  men, 
Nor  fear  when  tyrants  frown  ; 

Ye  (hall  confefs  their  pride  was  vain* 
When  juftice  call  them  down, 

Pa  v  «  i. 

5  The  haughty  iinner  have  I  feen,> 
Not  fearing  man  nor  God, 

Like  a  tall  bay-tree,  fair  and  greea, 
Spreading  his  arms  abroad. 

6  And  lo,  he  vanifh'd  from  the  ground, 
Beftroy'd  by  hands  unfeen  !  § 

Nor  root,  nor  branch,  nor  leaf  was  found 
Where  all  that  pride  had  been. 

7  But  mark  the  man  of  right'bufnefs, 
His  fev'ral  fteps  attend  ; 

True  pleafure  runs  thro*  all  his  ways,. 
And  peaceful  is  his  end. 

PSAL  M      XXXVIII. 

Cut  It  of  confcience  and  relief ;    or,    Repentance  and 
prayer  for  pardon  and  health. 

i      A  M I D  S  T  thy  wrath  remember  love*- 
il     Reftore  thy  fervant,  Lord> 

Nor  let  a  father's  chaft'ning  prove 
Like  an  avenger's  fword.- 

2  Thine  arrows  flick  within  my  hearts 

My  flefh  is  forely  preft : 
Between  the  forrow  and  the  fraart,, 

My  fpirit  finds  no  reft. 

G  2  f  My 


Z6      PSALM    XXXVIII 

3  My  fins  a  heavy  load  appear, 
And  o'er  ray  head  are  gone  ; 

Too  heavy  they  for  me  to  bear. 
Too  hard  for  me  t'  atone. 

4  My  thoughts  are  like  a  troubled  fea> 
My  head  ilill  bending  down  ; 

And  I  go  mourning  all  the  day 
Beneath  my  Father's  frown. 

5  Lord*,  I  am  weak  and  broken  fore^ 
None  of  mjypow'rs  are  whole  : 

The  inward  aftgukh  makes  me  roar,. 
The  angttim  of  my  foul. 

6  All  my  de fire  to  thee  is  known, 
Thine  eye  counts  ev'ry  tear, 

And  ev'ry  figh  and  ev'ry  groan 
Js  notic'd  by  thine  ear. 

7  Thou  art  my  God,  my  only  hops  3. 
My  Gqd  will  hoar  my  cry, 

My  God  will  bear  my  ip-irit  up 
When  Satan  bids  me  die. 

[8  My  foot  is  ever  apt  to  fiide, 

My  fees  rejoice  to  fee't  ; 
They  raiie  their  pleafure  and  their  prids> 
e  a  they  iupplant  my  feet. 

9  But  I'll  confers  my  guilt  to  thee, 

And  grieve  for  all  my  fin  : 
I'll  mourn,  how  weak  my  graces  be, 

And  beg.fupport  divine. 
•  o  My  God,  forgive  my  follies  paft> 

And  be  for  ever  nigh  ; 
O  Lord  of  my  falvation,  hafle, 

Before  thy  fcrvant  die.] 


P  S  A  L 


f  SAL  M     XXXIX.-        77 

PSAL  M     XXXIX.       Firji  Part. 

Watchfulnefs  over  the  tongue  ;  or,  prudence  and  zeal* 

j  /"|"A  H  U  S   I  refolv'd  before  the  Lord, 
<<  Now  will  I  watch  my  tonguej 
**  Left  I  let  flip  one  {infill  word, 
ii  Or  do  my  neighbour  wrong." 

2  And  if  I'm  e'er  conferain'd  to  fray 
With  men  of  lives  profane, 

I'll  fet  a  double  guard  that  day, 
Nor  let  my  talk  be  vain. 

3  I'll  fcarce  allow  my  lips  to  fpeak' 
The  pious  thoughts  I  feel, 

Left  (coffers  mould  th'  occailon    take 
To  mock  my  holy  zeal. 

4  Yet,  if  fome   proper  hour  appear*- 
I'll  not  be  over-aw'd, 

But  let  the  fcoffing  firmer s  hear 
That  I  can  fpeak  for  God. 

PSAL  M-    XXXIX.     Second  paru 

The  vanity  of  man  as  mortal. 

t  f  |  s  E  A  C  H  me  the  meafure  of  my  day3> 
j^        Thou  Maker  of  my  frame  j 

1  would  furvey  life's  narrow  fpace, 

And  learn  how  frail  I  am. 

2  A  fpan  h  all  which  we  can  boafiv 
An  inch  or  two  of  time  ; 

Man  is  but  vanity  and  drift, 
In  all  his  flow'r  and  prime. 

3"  See  the  vain  race  of  mortals  move 

Like  ihadows  o'er  the  plain, 
They  rage  and  fzrive,  defire  and  love, 

Bur  all  their  noife  is  vain. 

4  Some  walk  in  honor's  gaudy  fhow, 
Some  dig  for  golden  ore3 

G  3  3*lie^ 


7*       PSALM    XXXIX, 

They  toil  for  heirs  they  know  not  who, 
And  ftraight  are  feen  no  more. 

5  What  could  I  wifti  cr  wait  for  thea.- 
From  creatures,  earth  and  duft  ? 

They  make  our  expectations  vaia, 
And  difappornt  our  trull. 

6  Now  I  forbid  my  carnal  hope,. 
My  fond  defires  recall : 

I  give  my  mortal  int'reft  up, 
And  make  my  God  my  all. 

PSALM     XXXIX.     Third  Part. 
Sick-bed  devotion,  ;  or,  pleading  without  repining 

1   A-^  O  D  of  my  life  look  gently  down, 

V^T     Behold  the  pains  I  feel  ; 
But  I  am  dumb  before  thy  throne3 

Nor  dare  difpute  thy  will. 

z  Difeafes  are  thy  fervants,  Lord, 

They  come  at  thy  command, 
I'll  not  attempt  a  murm'ring  word 

Againft  thy  chaft'ning  hand. 
3>  Yet  may  I  plead  with  humble  cries. 

Remove  thy  fharp  rebukes  : 
My  ftrength  confumes,  my  fpirit  dies, 

Through  thy  repeated  ftrokes. 

4  Cruftrd  as  the  moth  beneath  thy  hand3 

We  moulder  to  the  duft  ; 
Our  feeble  pow'rs  can  ne'er  withftand, 

And  all  oar  beauty's  loft. 

[5  This  mortal  life  decays  apace, 

How  foon  the  bubble's  broke  I 
Jldam,  and  all  his  num'rous  race,. 

Are  vanity  and  fmoke. 

6  I'm  but  a  fojourner  below, 
As  all  my  fathers  were  a 

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PSALM'    XL.  jf 

May  I  be  well  prepar'd  to  go, 
When  I  the  fummons  hear  ! 

7  But,  if  my  life  be  fpar'd  a  while 

Before  my  laft  remove', 
Thy  praife  mail  be  my  bus'nefs  ftill, 

And  I'll  declare  thy  love. 

PSALM-    XL.    Firji  Part.  Common  Meti^' 

Afong  of  deliverance  from  great  diftrefs, 

1  T  Waited  patient  for  the  Lordv 

He  bow'd  to  hear  my  cry  j 
He  faw  me  refting  on  his  word', 
And  Brought-  lalvation  nigh. 

2  He  rais'd  me  from  a  horrid  pit*,. 
Where  mourning  long  I  lay, 

And  from  my  bonds  releas'd  my  feet^- 
Beep  bonds  of  miry  clay. 

3  Firm  on  a  rock  he  made  me  ftand5 
And  taught  my  chearful  tongue 

To  praife  the  wonders  of  his  hand 
In  a  new  thankfulfong.- 

4  I'll  fpread  his  works  of  grace  abroad  p 
The  faints  with  joy  fhall  hear  ; 

And  finners  Team  to  make  my  God 
Their  only  hope  and  fear. 

5  How  many  are  thy  thoughts  of  lore  2' 
Thy  mercies,  Lord,  how  great  ! 

We  have  not  wcrdsv  nor  hours  enough 
Their  numbers  to  repeat. 

6  When  I'm  afHicled,  poor,  and'tow3 
And  light  and  peace  depart, 

My  God  beholds  my  heavy  woe,     " 
And  bears  me  on.  his.  heart, 


PSALM 


So  PSALM    XL. 

PSALM  XL.    Second  Part.    Common  Metre; 
The  incarnation  and  facrijice  cfCbrift. 

i  '  |  ^  HUS  faith  the  Lord,  "  Your  work  is  vain, 

JL        "  Give  your  burnt-ofFrings  o'er, 
f<  In  dying  goats,  and  bullocks  {lain 
*e  My  foul  delights  no  more." 

2  Then  fpake  the  Saviour,  *e   Lo,  I'm  here., 
te  My  God,  to  do  thy  will  ; 

•*  Whate'er  thy  faered  books  declare 
*<  Thy  fervant  mail  fulfil. 

3  '*  Thy  law  is  ever  in  my  fight, 
"  I  keep  it  near  my  heart  : 

**  Mine  ears  are  open'd  with  delight, 
<(  To  what  thy  lips  impart,," 

4  And  fee,  the  blert  Redeemer  comes  V 
Th'  eternal  Son  appears  1 

And  at  th'  appointed  time;  afTumes 
The  body  God  prepares. 

5  Much  he  reveal- d  his  Father's  grace, 
And  much  his  truth  he  fhew'd, 

And  preach'd  the  way  of  right'oufnefs, 
Where  great  aiTemblies  flood. 

6  His  Father's  honor  touch'd  his  heart, 
He  pity'd  fmners'  cries, 

And  to  fulfil  a  Saviour's  part, 
Was  made  a  facrifice. 

Pause. 

7  No  blood  of  beafts  on  altars  fired,. 
Could  waih  the  confcience  clean  ; 

But  the  rich  facrifice  he  paid 
Atones  for  all  our  fin. 

8  Then  was  the  great  falvation  fpread, 
And  Satan's  kingdom  fhook  ; 

Thus,  by  the  woman's  prorais'd  feed, 
The  ferpent's  head  was  broke. 

P  S  A  L  M 


PSAL  M    XL.  XIX       St 

P  S  A  L  M     XL.     Long  Metre. 
Chrift  our  facrifice. 

1  f  1'^  H  E  wonders  Lord,  thy  love  has  wrought* 

j[    Exceed  our  praife,  furmount  our  thought  $ 
Should  I  attempt. the  long  detail. 
My  fpeech  would  faint,  my  numbers  fail. 

2  No  blood  of  beads  on  altars  fpilt 

Can  cleanfe  the  fouls  of  men  from  guilt  % 
But  thou  haft  {ei  before  cur  eyes 
An  all-fufficient  facrifice. 

3  Lo  !  thine  eternal  Son  appears, 
To  thy  demands  he  bows  his  ears  j 
AiTuraes  a  body  well  prepared, 
And  well  performs  the  work  fo  hard. 

4  e(  Behold  I  come    (the  Saviour  cries., 
<<  With  love  and  duty  in  his  eyes) 

***  I  come  to  bear  the  heavy  load 

*'  Of  fins,  and  do  thy  will,  my  God» 

5  ci  'TIs  written  in.  thy  great  decree* 
<i  'Tis  in  thy  book  foretold  of  me, 

ec   I  muft  fulfil  the  Saviour's  part, 
"  And  lo  I  thy  law  is  in  my  heart. 

6  (i  I'll  magnify  thy  holy  law, 
*<  And  rebels  to  obed'ence  draw 

«'  When  on  my  crofs  I'm  lifted  high, 
«.<  Or  on  my  throne  above  the  Iky. 

7  <c  The  Spirit  'mall  defcend  and  mow 
if  What  thou  hail  done  and  what  I  do ; 

*'  The  woud'ring  world  mall  learn  thy  grace, 
"  Thy  wifdom  and  thy  right'oufnefs.'* 

P    S     A    L    M       XLI. 

Charity  to  the  poor  %  or,  pity  ta  the  ajfliBed. 

3    TJ  L  E  S  T  is  the  man  whofe  bowels  mo¥ea 
X5  And  melt  with  pity  to  the  poor  -T 

Whcfe 


82         ,P  SALM    XLIL 

Whofe  foul,  by  fympathizing  love, 
Feels  what  his  fellow-faints  endure. 

2  His  heart  contrives  for  their  relief 
More  good  than  his  own  hands  can  do  f 
Ke,  in  the  time  of  gen'ra!  grief, 
Shall  find  the  Lord  has  bowels  too. 

3  His  foul  mail  live  fecure  on  earth, 
With  fecret  bleffings  on  his  head, 

When  drought,  and  peftilence  and  dearth> 
Around  him  multiply  their  dead. 

4  Or  if  he  languifh  on  his  couch, 
God  will  pronounce  his  fins  forgiv'n  ; 
Will  fave  him  with  a  healing  touch, 
Or  take  his  willing  foui  to  heav'n. 

PSALM     XLIL       Firft  Part, 

Defertion  and  hope  ;  or,    complaint  of  abjVnce  frora 
public  vjorjkip. 

1  TT7ITH  earneft  longings  of  the  mind> 

VV       My  God  to  thee  I  look  • 
So  pants  the  hunted  hart  to  find 
And  tafte  the  cooling  brook. 

2  When  fhall  I  fee  thy  courts  of  grace* 
And  meet  my  God  again  ? 

So  long  an  ablence  from  thy  face 
My  heart  endures  with  pain. 

3  Temptations  vex  my  weary  foul, 
And  tears  are  my  repaft  ; 

The  foe  infults  without  eontro-jl, 
And  inhere* s your  God  at  laji  ? 

jf,  'Tis  with  a  mturnful  pleafure  now 

I  think  on  ancient  days  ; 
Then  to  thy  houfe  did  numbers  go, 

And  all  our  work  was  praife. 

5  But  why  my  foul  funk  down  fo  far 

Beneath  tins  heavy  load  i  Why 


PSALM    XLII.  83 

Why  do  my  thoughts  indulge  defpair, 
And  /in  againft  my  God  ? 

6  Hope  in  the  Lord,  whofe  mighty  hand 

Can  all  my  woes  remove  ; 
For  I  mall  yet  before  him  (land, 

And  fing  reftoring  love. 

P  £  A  L  M     XLII.        Second  Part. 

Melancholy  thoughts  repreved ;  or,  hope  in  ajflicJion* 

j   Tl  yTY  fpirit  finks  within  me,  Lord, 

J. VX  ^ut  J  vv*^  ca^  ^7  name  t0  mind,. 
And  times  of  paft  diftrefs  record, 
When  I  have  found  my  God  was  kind. 

2  Huge  troubles,  with  tumult'ous  noife 
Swell  like  a  fea,  and  round  me  fpread  ; 
Thy  water-fpouts  drown  all  my  joys, 
And  riling  waves  roll  o'er  my  head. 

3  Yet  will  the  Lord  command  his  love 
When  I  addrefs  his  throne  by  day  : 
Nor  in  the  night  his  grace  remove  ; 
The  night  mall  hear  me  fing  and  pray. 

4  I'll  call  myfelf  before  his  feet, 

And  (ay,  "  My  God,  my  heav'nly  rock, 

*f  Why  doth  thy  love  folong  forget 

**  The  foul  which  groans  beneath  thy  flroke  ?*'_ 

5  I'll  chide  my  heart  which  finks  fo  low, 
Why  mould  my  foul  indulge  her  grief? 
Hope  in  the  Lord,  and  praife  him  too  ; 
He  is  my  refl,  my  fure  relief. 

6  Thy  light  and  truth  mail  guide  me  ftill, 
Thy  word  mail  my  belt  thoughts  employ. 
And  lead  me  to  thy  heav'nly  hill, 

My  God,  my  mpft  exceeding  joy. 

PSALM 


8  4        PS-ALM     XUY. 

P  S   A  L  M     XLIV. 

*¥he  church's  complaint  in  perfecutioH. 

O  R  D,  we  have  heard  thy  works  of  old, 


■L' 


Thy  works  of  pow'r  and  grace  ; 
When  to  our  ears  our  fathers  told 
The  wonders  of  their  days. 

2  How  thou  didft  build  thy  churches  here, 
And  make  thy  gofpel  known  ; 

Amonglt  them  did  thine  arm  appear  ! 
Thy  light  and  glory  mone. 

3  In  God  they  boafled  all  the  day, 
And  in  a  chearful  throng 

Did  thoufands  meet  to  praife  and  pray, 
And  grace  was  all  their  long. 

4  But  now  our  fouls  are  feiz'd  with  mame„ 
Confufion  fills  our  face, 

To  hear  the  enemy  blafpheme, 
And  fools  reproach  thy  grace. 

5  Yet  have  we  not  forgot  our  God, 
Not  falfely  dealt  with  heav'n, 

Nor  have  our  Heps  declined  the  road, 
Of,duty  thou  haft  giv'n. 

6  Though  dragon's  all  around  us  roar 
With. their  deftrucuve  breath, 

And  thine  own  hand  has  brnis'd  us  fore.. 
Hard  by  the  gates  of  death. 

Pause. 

7  We  are  expos'd  all  day  to  die 
As  martyrs  for  thy  caufe, 

As  fheep  for  'daughter  bound  we  lie, 
By  fliarp  and  bloody  laws. 

§  Awake,  arife,  almighty  Lord, 

Why  fleeps  thy  wonted  grace  ? 
Whv  mould  we  lock  like  men  abhor'd, 

Or  banifh'd  from  thy  face  ?  9  Wilt 


PSALM    XLV.  85 

••p  Wilt  Fnou  for  ever  caft  us  off, 

And  ftiil  neglect  out  cries  ? 
For  ever  hide  thine  heav'nly  love 

From  ear  s'iRicled  eyes  ? 

io  Down  to  the  daft  our  foul  is  bow'ds 

And  dies  upon  the  ground  ; 
Rife  for  our  help,  rebuke  the  proud, 

And  all  their  pow'r  confound. 

11   Redeem  us  from  perpet'al  feame. 

Our  Saviour  and  our  Go  d  ; 
We  plead  the  honors  of  thy  name, 

The  merits  of  thy  blood. 

PSALM     XLV.      Short  Metre. 

The  glory  of  Chrifi  ;  the  Juccefs  cf  the  gofpdt  and 
the   Gentile  church. 

1   TL  IT  Y  Saviour  and  my  King, 

X^  JL     ^y  beauties  are  divine  ; 
Thy  lips  with  blefiings  overflow,  - 

And  ev'ry  grace  is  thine. 

3  Now  make  thy  glory  known  5 

Gird  on  thy  dreadful  fword, 
And  ride  in  majefty  to  fpread 

The  conquefts  of  thy  word. 

3  Strike  through  thy  fiubborn  foes, 
Or  melt  their  hearts  l'  obey  ; 

While  jufrice,  meeknefs,  grace,  and  truth; 
Attend  thy  glor'ous  way. 

4  Thy  laws,  O  God,  are  right  ; 
Thy  throne  fhall  ever  ftand  ; 

And  thy  viftor'ous  gofpel  proves 
A  fceptre  in  thy  hand. 

[5  Thy  Father  and  thy  God 

Hath,  without  meafure,  fhed 
His  Spirit,  like  a  joyful  oil, 

T'  anoint  thy  facred  head.] 

H  [6  Behold 


86  PSALM  XLV. 

[6  Behold,  at  thy  right. hand 

The  Gentile  church  is  feen, 
Like  a  fair  bride  in  rich  attire, 

And  princes  guard  the  Queen. 
7  Fair  bride,  receive  his  love, 

Forget  thy  father's  houfe  ; 
Forfake  thy  gods,  thy  idol  gods, 

And  pay  the  Lord  thy  vows.] 

S  O  Let  thy  God  and  King 

Thy  fweeteft  thoughts  employ  ; 
Thy  children  fhall  his  honor  fing 

In.  palaces  of  joy. 

PSALM     XLV..      Common  Metre, 
The  perfonal  glories  and  government   cfCbriJ. 

I   Y"L  L  fpeak  the  honors  of  my  King  ; 

j[     His  form  divinely  fair  ; 
None  of  the  fons  of  mortal  race 

May  with  the  Lord  compare. 

£  Sweet  is  thy  fpeech,  .and  heav'nly  grace 

UpcHi  thy  lips  is  fried  ; 
Thy  God,  with  blefTings  infinite 

Hath  crpwn'd  thy  facred  head. 

3  Gird  on  thy  fword,  victorious  Prince  ; 
Ride  with  majestic  fway  ; 

Thy  terror  mail  ftrike  thro'  thy  foes, 
And  make  tho  world  obey. 

4  Thy  throne,  O  God,  for  ever  Hands  ; 
Thy  word  of  grace  fnall  prove 

A  peaceful  fceptre  in  thy  hands, 
To  rule  the  faints  by  love. 

5  juftice  and  truth  attend  thee  Hill, 
But  mercy  is  thy  choice  : 

And  God,  thy  God,  thy  foul  fhall  fill 
With  xnoftpecuFarjoys. 

PSALM 


P  S  A  L  M    XLV.  87 

PSALM     XLV.    Fir/ Part.  Long  Metre, 
The  glory  ofChrift,  and  power  of  his  gofpeL 

1  -VT  O  W  be  my  heart  impir'd  to  fing 
XN  The  glories  of  my  Saviour  King, 

Jems  the  Lord  ;  hew  heav'nly  fair 
His  form  !  how  bright:  his  beauties  are*! 

2  0'.er  all  the  fons  of  human  raoe 
He  mines  with  a  fuper'or  grace  ; 
Love  from  his  lips  divinely  ffows, ' 
And  bleffings  all  his  date  compofe. 

3  Drefs  thee  in  arms,  moil  mighty  Lord, 
Gird  on  the  terror  of  thy  fword  ; 

In  majefty  and  glory  ride, 

With  truth  and  meeknefs  at  thy  fide. 

4  Thine  anger,  like  a  pointed  dart, 
Shall  pierce  the  foes  of  ftabborn  heart  5 
Or  words  of  mercy  kind  and  fweet 
Shall  melt  the  rebels  at  thy  feet. 

5  Thy  throne,  O  God,  for  ever  {lands, 
Grace  is  the  fceptre  in  thy  hands  ; 
Thy  laws  and  works  are  juft  and  right, 
juilice  and  grace  are  thy  delight. 

•  6  God,  thine  own  God,  has  richly  fried 
His  oil  of  gladnefs  on  thy  head, 
And  with  his  facred  fpirit  blefi 
His  firft-born  Son  above  the  reil. 

PSALM     XLV,    Second  Part.    Long  Metre. 

Chriji  and  his  church  ;  or,  -the  myfiical  marriage* 

1  /  1  ^  H  E  King  of  faints,  how  fair  his  face  ! 

JL     Adomid  withmajeity  and  grace  ; 
He  comes  with  bteffings  from  above, 
And  wins  the  nations  to  his  love. 

2  At  his  right  hand,  our  eye-3  behold 
The  Queen  array'd  in  Dureft  gold  ; 

H2  The 


88  PSALM     XLVI. 

The  world  admires,  her  heavn'ly  dreiV^ 
Her  robe  of  joy  and  right'oufnefs. 

3  He  forms  her  beauties  like  his  own  j. 
He  calls  and  feats  her  near  his  throne  j, 
Fair  (Iranger,  let  thine  hearf  forget 
The  idols  of  thy  native  ftate. 

4  So  (hall  the  King  the  more  rejoice,. 
In  thee  the  fav:rite  of  his  choice  ; 
Let  him*be-iov'd,  and  yet  ador'd, 
For  he's  thy  maker  and  thy  Lord. 

5  O  happy  hour,  when  thou  (halt  rife 
To  his  fair  palace  in  the'fkies  ! 
And  all  thy  fons  (a  num'rous  train) 
Each  like  a  prince  in  glory  reign  ! 

6  Let  endieis  honors  crown  his  head  I 
Let  ev'ry  age  his  praifes  fnread  ! 
"While  we,  with  chearful  fongs,  approve. 
The  condecennons  of  his  love. 

PSALM     XLVL     Firji  Part, 

*The   church' 's  fafety    and  triumph   among    national' 

deflations. 
I    f^\  O  D  is  the  refuge  of  his  faints, 

\JJ  VJhzn  florms  of  foarp  diftrefs  invade  £ 
E'er  we  can  offer  our  complaints, 
Behold  him  pr.efent  with  his  aid. 
z  Let  mountains  from  their  feats  be  hurl'd- 
Down  to  the  deep,  and  bury'd  there  ; 
Convuliions  fhake  the  folid  world,. 
Our  faith  mall  never  yield  to  fear. 

3  Loud  may  the  troubled  ocean  roar, 
In  facred  peace  our  fouls  abide  ; 
While  ev'ry  nation,  ev'ry  more 
Trembles  and  dreads  the  fwelling  tidei 

4  There  is  a  ftream  whofe- gentle  flow 
Supplies  the  city  of  oui  God  : 

Life,. 


P  S  A  L  M    XLVI.  $% 

liife,  love  and  joy,  ftill  gliding-  through, 
And  watering  cur  divine  abode. 

5  That  faered  ftream,  thine  holy  word* 
There  all  our  raging  fear  controls  : 
Sweet  peace  thy  promifes  afford, 

And  give  new  ilrength  to  fainting  fouls,- 

6  Sion  enjoys  her  monarch's  love, 
Secure  againft  a  threat'ning  hour  ; 
Nor  can  her  firm  foundation  move, 
Built  on  his  truth,  andarra'd  with  pow'r.. 

P   S   A  L  M     XLVL      Second  Part. 

•       God  fights  for  his  church, 

1  T     E  T  Sion  m  her  king  rejoice, 

\__j  Tho'  tyrants  rage,  and  kingdoms  rife.  I 
He  utters  his  almighty  voice, 
The  nations  melt,  the  tumult  dies. 

2  The  Lord  of  old,  for  Jacob  fought, 
And  Jacobs  Gob  is  ftiil  our  aid  ; 
Behold  the  work  his  hand  has  wrought^ 
What  defolations  he  has  made, 

3  From  fea  to  fea  thro'  all  the  mores, 
He  makes  the  noife  of  battle  ceafe  ; 
When,   from  on  high,  his  thunder  roars-, 
He  awes  the  trembling  world  to  peace. 

4  He  breaks  the  bow,  he  cuts  the  fpear  • 
Char'ots  he  burns  with  heav'nly  flame  : 
Keep  file  nee  all  ye  earth,  and  Kefir 
The  found  and  glory  of  his  name  ! 

5  "  Be  frill,  and  learn  that  I  am  God,. 
"   I'll  be  exalted  o'er  the  lands  ; 

**  I  will  be  known  and  fear'd  abroad  ; 
<r  But  'till  my  throne  in  Sion  ftands.'* 

6  O  Lord  of  hmis,  almighty  King  ! 
Wliile  we  fo  near  thy  prefence  dwell ,, 


go  P  S  A  L  M    XLVIL  XLVIIT. 

Cur  faith  (hall  fit  fecure-and  fing         * 
Defiance  to  the  gates  of  hell. 

PSALM      XLVII. 
Chrijl  afccnding  and  reigning* 
i    /~\  For  a  fn-out  of  facred  joy 

\Jr     To  God  the  fov'reign  King  ! 
Let  ev'ry  land  its  tongues  employ, 
And  hymns  of  triumph  fing. 

2  Jefus  our  God  afcends  on  high, 
His  heav'nly  guards  around, 

Attend  him  rifing  through  the  fey, 
With  trumpet's  joyful  found. 

3  While  angels  fhout  and  praife  their  King* 
Let.  mortals  learn  their  {trains  : 

Let  all  the  earth  his  honors  fing  j 
O'er  all  the  earth  he  reigns, 

4  Rehearfe  his  praife  with  awe  profound  £ 
Let  knowledge  lead  the  fong  ; 

Nor  mock  him,  with  a  folemn  found. 
Upon  a  thoughtlefs  tongue. 

$  In  If? el  ftood  his  ancient  throne,. 

He  lov'd  that  chofen  race  : 
But  now  he  calls  the  world  his  own,. 

And  heathens  tafte  his  grace. 

6  Thefe  ranfomM  States  are  all  the  Lcrd*s> 

Here Abrbanfik  God  is  known, 
While  powr's  and  princes,  midds  andfwords* 

Submit  before  his  throne. 

P  S  A  L  M     XLVIII.      Firft  Part. 
"l''.r  church,  is  the  honor  and  fafety  of  a  nation, 

i    S~>  R  E  A  T  is  the  Lord  our  God, 

VJT     And  let  his  praife  be  great  ;. 
He  makes  his  churches  his  abode., 
His  moll  delightful  feat. 

z  Thefe 


PSALM    XL.VIIL        0 

2  Thefe  terrtples  of  his  gracey 
How  beautiful  they  fland  i 

The  honors  of  our  native  place,, 
The  bulwarks  of  our  land.] 

3  In  Sion  God  is  known 
A  refuge  in  diftrefs  ; 

How  bright  has  his  falvation  fhone 
Through  all  her  palaces  I 

4.  When  kings  againil  her  joined, 

And  faw  the  Lord  was  there, 
In  wild  confufion  of  the  mind/ 

They  Red  with  hafty  fear* 

5  When  navies  tall  and  proud 
Attempt  to  fpoil  our  peace, 

He  fends  his  tempeft  roaring  loud, 
And  finks  them  in  the  feas. 

6  Oft  have  our  fathers  told, 
Our  eyes  have  often  feen 

How  well  our  God  fecures  the  fold 
Where  his  own  fheep  have  been. 

7  In  ev'ry  new  diftrefs 
We'll  to  his  houfe  repair, 

We'll  think  upon  his  wond'rous  grace, 
And  feek  deliv'rance  there. 

PSALM       XLVIIL        Second  Part. 

The  beauty  of  the  church  ;   or,   go/pel  wjorjhip   and 

order. 

1  Tp  A  R   as  thy  name  is  known 

JP      The  world  declares  thy  praife  ! 
Thy  faints,  O  'Lore?,  before  thy  throne, 
Their  fongs  of  honor  raile. 

2  With  joy  \tx.Judah  fland 
On  Sionh  chofen  hill, 

Proclaim  the  wonders  of  thy  hand. 
And  ccunftls  of  thy  will. 

3  Let 


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PSALM    XLTX, 


3  Let  ftrangers  walk  around 
The  city  where  we  dwell, 

Compafs  and  view  thine  holy  ground*. 
And  mark  the  building  well. 

4  The  orders  of  thy  houfe, 
The  worfhip  of  thy  court, 

The  chearful  longs,  the  foleran  vows,. 
And  make  a  fair  report. 

5  How  decent  and  how  wife  ! 
How  glor'ous  to  behold  1 

Beyond  the  pomp  which  charms  the  eyes.. 
And  rites  adora'd  with  gold. 

6  The  God  we  worihip  now 
Will  guide  u«  'till  we  die, 

Will  be  our  God  while  here  below, 
And  ours  "above  the  fky. 

PSAL  M       XLIX.     Firft  part. 
Pride  and  death  ;  or,   The  vanity  of  life  andricha. 
%  TT7 H7  doth  the  man  of  riches  grow 

VV       To  inlblence  and"  pride, 
To  fee  his  wealth  and  honors  flow 
With  ev^ry  riling  tide  ? 

[2.  Why  doth  he  treat  the  poor  with  fcorn.,. 

Made  of  the-  (elf  fame  clay, 
And  boaft,  as  tho?  his  flefii  were  bor.iv 

Of  better  duft  than  they  ?■}. 

3  Not  all  his  treafure  can  procsre 

His  foul  a  fhort  reprieve, 
Redeem  from  death  one  guilty  hour,. 

Or  make  his  brother  live. 

[4  Life  is  a  bleffing  can't  be  fold, 

The  ranfom  is  too  high  ; 
Jjuitice  will  ne'er  be  brib'd  with  gold, 

That  man  may  never  die.], 

«  He 


P  S  A  L  M    XLIX.  53 

5  He  fees  the  brutifh  and  the  wife, 
The  tim'rous  and  the  brave, 

Quit  their   pOiTelu-ons,  clofe  their  eyes, 
And  hailen  to  the  grave. 

6  Yet  'tis  his  inward  thought  and  pride>, 
"  My  houfe  fhall  ever  Hand  ^ 

*r  And  that  my  name  may  long  abide, 
"  I'll  give  it  to  my  land." 

7  Vain  are  his  thoughts,  his  hopes  are  loS.^ 
How  foon  his  mem'ry  dies  ? 

His  name  is  written  in  the  duit 
Where  his  own  earcafe  lies- 

P    a    u    S"   E. 

&  This  is  the  folly  of  their  way  j 

And  yet  their  fons,  as  vain, 
Approve  the  words  their  fathers  fay, 

And  aft  their  works  again. 

9  Men  void  of  wifdom  and  of  graee,. 

If  honor  raife  them  high, 
Live  like  a  beaft,  a  thoughtlefs  race, 

And  like  a  beail  they  die. 

[io  Laid  in  the  grave,  like  filthy  fheep^ 

Death  feeds  upon  them  there, 
*Till  the  lail  trumpet  breaks  their  fleep 

In  terror  and  defpair.  ] 

P  S  A  L  M       XLIX.       Second  Part„ 

Death  and  the.  refurrz&ion. 

i  "TT  E  fons  of  pride,  who  hate  the  jufi 

j[       And  trample  on  the  poor, 
When  death  has  Drought  you  down  to  daft 
Your  pomp  fhall  rife  no  more. 

2  The  lail  great  day  fhall  change  the  fcene  ! 

When  will  that  hour  appear  r 
When  fhall  the  jufi  revive,  and  reign. 

O'er  all  who  fccrn'd  them  here  I  3  Go© 


94         PSALM    XLIX, 

5  God  will  my  naked  foul  receive, 

When  fep'rate  from  the  flefii  ! 
And  break  the  prifon  of  the  grave 

To  raife  my  bones  afrem. 

4  Heav'n  is  my  everlafting  home, 

TV  inheritance  is  fure  ; 
Let  men  of  pride  their  rage  relume, 

But  I'll  repine  no  more. 

PSALM     XLIX.     Long  Metre. 
The  rich  Jinner's  death,  and the  faint's   refurreftten* 

1  TT7HY  do  the  proad  infult  the  poor, 

V V    And  boail  the  large  eftates  they  have  ? 
How  vain  are  riches  to  fecure 
Their  haughty  owners  from-  the  grave  ! 

2  They  can't  redeem  one  hour  from  death 
With  all  the  wealth  in  which  they  trull:  ; 
Nor  give  a  dying  brother  breath, 
When  God  commands  him  down  to  dull:. 

3  There  the  dark  earth  and  difmal  made 
Shall  clafp  their  naked  bodies  round  ; 
That  flefh  fo  delicately  fed, 

Lies  cold,  and  moulders  in  the  ground. 

4  Like  thoughtlefs  fheep  the  fmner  dies, 
Laid  in  the  grave  for  worms  to  eat  ; 
The  faints  mail  in  the  morning  rife, 
And  find  th'  opprefTor  at  their  feet, 

5  His  honors  perifh  in  the  dure, 

And  pomp  and  beauty,  birth  and  blood  : 
That  glor'ous  day  exalts  the  jult 
To  full  domin'on  o'er  the  proud. 

6  My  Saviour  (hall  my  life  reftore, 
And  raife  me  from  my  dark  abode  : 
My  flefh  and  foul  lhall  part  no  more  ; 
Hut  dwell  for  ever  near  my  Cod. 

PSALM 


PSALM     L.  95 

;P  S  A  L  M     L.    Fir/ Part.  Common  Metre. 

The  laft  judgment  ;  or,   the  faints  rewarded. 

1  '  |  "N  H  E  Lord,  the  judge,  before  his  throne 

j^  •     Bids  the  whole  earth  <|raw  nigh, 
The  nations  near  the  riling  fun, 
And  near  the  weilern  Iky. 

2  No  more  mail  bold  blafphemers  fay 
jf  udgment  ivill  ne' ' er  begin  ; 

No  more  abufe  his  long  delay 
To  impudence  and  fin. 

3  Thron'd  on  a  cloud  our  God  (hall  come* 
Bright  flames  prepare  his  way, 

Thunder  and  darknefs,  fire  and.rtorni 
Lead  on  the  dreadful  day. 

4  Heav'n  from  above  his  call  mall  hear, 
Attending  angels  come  ; 

And  earth  and  hell  fhall  know,  and  fear 
His  juftice  and  their  doom. 

5  fC  But  gather  all  my  faints  (he  cries) 
"  Who  made  their  peace  with  God 

et  By  the  Redeemer's  facriiice, 
Who  feal'd  it  with  his  blood. 

6  "  Their  faith  and  works  brought  forth  to  light 
te   Shall  make  the  world  confefs 

te  My  fentence  of  reward  is  right, 
<e  And  heav'n  adore  my  grace." 


PSALM       L.     Second  Part, 


Obedience  is  better  than  facrijice. 

HUS  faith  the  Lord,  "  the  fpacious  fields 
({  And  flocks-  and  herds  are  mine. 
O'er  all  the  cattle  of  the  hills 
'  I  claim  aright  divine. 


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$6  PSALM      L, 

2  (t  I  afk  no  (heep  for  facriiice, 

"     Nor  bullocks  burnt  with  fire  ; 
*<  To  hope  and  love,  to  pray  and  praife, 
"  Is  all  which  I  require. 

3  <<  Call  upon  me  when  trouble's  near, 
"  My  hand  fhall  fet  thee  free  ; 

*«  Then  ffeail  thy  thankful  lips  declare 
"  The  honor  due  to  me. 

4.  "  The  man  who  offers  humble  praife, 

"  He  glorifies  me  beft  : 
**  And  thofe  who  tread  my  holy  ways 

*'  Shall  my  falvation  tafie." 

P  S   A  L  M       L.     Third  Part, 

The  judgment  of  hypocrites. 

i   TT^jTHEN  Chrift  to  judgment  doth  defcend, 

\  y       And  faints  fur  round  their  Lord, 
He  calls  the  nations  to  attend, 
And  hear  his  awful  word. 

2  ft  Not  for  the  want  of  bullocks  Haiti 
"  Will  I  the  world  reprove  ; 

f<  Altars  and  rites,  and  forms  are  vain, 
"  Without  the  fire  of  love. 

3  '*  And  what  have  hypocrites  to  do, 
f*  To  bring  their  facrifce  r 

Cf  They  call  my  features  juftand  true, 
c<  But  deal  in  theft  and  lies. 

4  "  Could  you  expecl:  to  'fcape  my  fight, 
"  And  fin  without  controul  I 

cf  But  I  (hall  bring  your  crimes  to  light, 
"  With  anguifh  in  your  foul." 

5  Confider,  ye  who  flight  the  Lord, 
Before  his  wrath  appear  ; 

If  once  you  fall  beneath  his' (word, 
There's  no  deliv'rer  there. 

PSALM 


PSALM    L  97 

PSALM     L.     Long  Metre.     - 
Hypocrijy    expcjid. 

1  '"T'^HE  Lord  the  Judge,  his  churches  warns  ; 

JL        Let  hypocrites  attend  and  fear, 
Who  place  their  hopes  in  rites  and  forms, 
Bat  make  not  faith  nor  love  their  care. 

2  Vile  wretches  dare  rehearfe  his  name 
With  lips  of  falfnood  and  deceit  ; 

A  friend  or  brother  they  defame, 
And  foothe  and  Batter  thofe  they  hate. 

%  They  watch  to  do  their  neighbours  wrong, 
Yet  dare  to  feek  their  Maker's  face  ; 
They  take  his  cov'nant  on  their  tongue, 
But  break  his  laws,  abufe  his  grace. 

4  To  heav'n  they  lift  their  hands  unclean,, 
DehTd  with  lull,  defil'd  with  blood  ; 

By  night  they  praclice  ev'ry  fin, 

By  day  their  mouths  draw  near  to  God. 

5  And  while  his  judgments  long  delay 
They  grow  fecure  and  nn  the  more  : 
They  think  he  fleeps  as  well  as  they, 
And  put  far  off  the  dreadful  hour. 

6  O  dreadful  hour  !  when  God  draws  near, 
And  fets  their  crimes  before  their  eyes  ; 
His  wrath  their  guilty  fouls  mail  tear, 

And  no  deli  v 're  r  dare  to  rife. 

P  S   A  L  M     L» 

1%e  laft  judgmsnt. 
i   >"lp*  H  E  Lord,  the  Sov'reign,  fends  his  fum~ 
J[  (mons  forth, 

Calls  the  South  nations,  and  awakes  the  North  ; 
From  Eaft  to  Wefi  the  founding  orders  fpread, 
Thro'  diftant  worlds  and  regions  of  the  dead  : 
No  more  fliall  ath'ifts  mock  his  long  delay  ; 
His  veng'ance  fleeps  no  more  ;  behold  the  day  ! 
I  z  Behold 


98  P  S  A  L  M     L. 

2  Behold  the  Judge  defcends !  his  guards  are  nigh  ; 
Tempett  and  hre  attend  him  down  the  fky  ; 
Keav'n,  earth,  and  hell  draw  near  !  let  all  things 

come, 
To  hear  his  juir.:ce,  and  the  Tinner's  doom  ; 
Hut  gather  firit  my  faints   (the  Judge  commands) 
Bring  them,  ye  angels,  from  their  diftant  lands. 

3  B-ehold  !  my  cov'nant  ftands  for  ever  good, 
Seal'd  by  th'  eternal  facrifice  in  blood, 

And  lign'd  with  all  their  warnes;  theGn?^:  the.JVzi/, 
Who  paid  the  antient  worihip,  or  the  new. 
There's  no  diftinclion  here  ;  come,    fpread  their 

(thrones, 
.And  near  me  feat  my  fav'rites  and  my  fons. 

4  I,  their  Almighty  Saviour  and  their  God, 

1  am  their  Judge  :  ye  heav'ns  proclaim  abroad 
My  juft  eternal  fentence,  and  declare 
Thofe  awful  truths  which  fmners  dread  to  hear  ; 
'Sinners  in  S/on,  tremble  and  retire  ; 
I  doom  the  painted  hypocrite  to  £re  ! 

5  Not  for  the  want  of  goats  or  bullocks  Main, 
Do  I  condemn  thee  :  bulls  and  goats  are  vain  : 
Without  the  flames  of  love  :  in  vain  the  Itore 
Of  brutal  oit'rings  which  were  mine  before  ; 
Mine  are  the  tamer  beafts  and  lavage  breed, 
Flocks,  herds,  and  fields,  a/id  for  efts,  where  they 

(feed. 

6  If  I  were  hungry,  would  Iafk  thee  food  ? 
When  did  I  third,  or  clrink  thy  bullock's  blood? 
Can  I  be  flatter'd  with  thy  criming  bows, 
Thy  folemn  chatt'rings  and  fcnu'iic  vows  > 
Are  my  eyes  charm'd  thy  veftments  t«  behokj, 
Glaring  in  gems,  and  gay  in  woven  gold  I- 

7  Unthinking  wretch  !  how  cotild'li  thou  hope  to 

(pieafc 
A  God,  a  Spirit,  with  fuch  toy3  as  thefe? 
While,  with  rny  grace  znd  Vacates  on  thy  tongue, 

iou 


PSALM     L.  99 

Thou  lov'ft  deceit,  and  doft  thy  brother  wrong  ;  . 
In  vain  to  pious  forms  thy  zeal  pretends, 
Thieves  and  adu't'rers  are  thy  chofen  friends, 

8  Silent  I  waited  with  long-fufPring  love, 
.But  didft  thou  hope  that  I  ihould  ne'er  reprove?- 

And  cheriih  fiich  an  Imp'cus  thought  within, 
That  God,  the  right' ous  would  indulge  thy  iin  ? 
Behold  my  terrors  now  ;  my. thunders  roil, 
And  thy  own  crimes  affright  thy  guilty  foul ! 

9  Sinners  awake  betimes  ;  ye  fools,  be  wife  ; 
Awake,  before  this  dreadful  morning  rife  : 
Change  your  vain  thoughts,  your  crooked  ways 

(amend  ; 
Fly  to  the  Saviour,  make  the  Judge  your  friend  5 
Left,  like  a  Hon,  his  iaft  veng'ance  tear 
Your  trembling  fouls,  and  no  deliv'rer  near, 

PSALM    L. 

The  lafi  Judgment. 

if  I  "'HE  God  of  glory  fends  his  fummons  fertn  5 
JL    Calls  theSoutb  nations  &  awakes  theiVor/^J 
From  Eaft  to  Wkft  the  fov'reign  orders  ipread 
Thro*  diflant  worlds,  and  regions  of  the  dead. 
The  trumpet  founds  ;  hell  trembles  ;  bemf-n  rejoices  5 
Lift  up  your  heads,  ye  faints,  n.viih  chearful  voices, 

2  No  more  mall  ath'ifis  aacck  his  long  delay, 
His  veng'ance  deeps  no  more;  behold  the  day  ! 
Behold  the  judge  defcends,  his  guards  are  nigh  ! 
Tempeft  and  fire  attend  him  down  the  fey, 
When  God  appear s,  all  nature  fb  all  adore  him  : 
While  ftnneYs  tremhle,  faints  rejoice  before  him. 

3  (<  Heav'n,  earth,  and  hell  draw  near  ;  let  all 

(things  come 
"  To  hear  my  jufHce  and  the  finner's  doom  ; 
*'  £ut  gather  £rft  my  faints,  the  Judge  commands ; 

I  z  Brine: 


roo  PSALM    L. 

"  Bring  them,  ye  angels,  from  their  difhnt  land?, 
When  Chrift  returns,  'tuake  e-u^ry  chearful  paj/ion, 
And  fcout,  ye  faints ,  be  comes  for  ycur  falvatian*. 

4  "  Behold  my  cov'nant  itands  for  ever  good, 

*«  Seal'd  by  th'  eternal  facrifice  in  blood  ! 

'«  And  fign'd  with  all  their  names  ;    the  Greek, 

(the  Jew, 
st  Who  paid  the  antient  worfhipor  the  new, 
There ?s  no  diftinclion  here,  join  all  your  voices, 
And  raifi  your  beads  ye- faints,  for  hsav^n  rejoices. 

5  "  Here,  (faith  the   Lord)    ye  angels,   fpread 

(their  thrones, 
**  And  near  me  feat  my  fav'rites  and  my  fons, 
"  Come  my  redeem'd,  poffefs  the  joy  prepar'd,, 
"  Ere  time  began  ;  'tis  your  divine  reward. 
When  Chrift  returns,  9<wake  e-v^ry  chearful  pajfon3. 
And  fkcut  ye  faints  }  he  comes  for  your  jalvation* 

Pause     the     firft. 

6  **  I  am  the  Saviour,  I  th'  Almighty  God, 

"  I  am  che  Judge,  ye  heav'n's,  proclaim. abroad: 
"  My  juil  eternal  fentence,  and  declare. 
**  Thole  awful  truths  which  fmners  dread  to  hear. 
When  God  appears,  all  nature  fi> all  adore  him  ; 
While  fnners  tremble,  faints  rejoice  before  him. 

7  "  Stand  forth,  thou  bold  blafphemeiv  and  pro- 

(fane, 
U  Now  feel  my  wrath,  nor  call-my  threat'nings 

(vain  ; 
"  Thou  hypocrite,  once  drQii  in  faint's  attire, 
•*  I  doom  the  painted  hypocrite  to  fire. 
Judgment  proceeds  I  hell  trembles  !  beav'n.  rejoices  .* 
Lift  up  your  heads,  ye  jaints,  nxtith  chearful  voices. 

8  *'  Not  for  the  want  of  goats,  or  bullocks  flairt 
*'  Do  I  condemn  thee  j  buils  and  goats  are  vain,. 
"  Without  the  flames  of  love  ;  in  vain  the  (lore 

«  or 


P  S  A  L  M    L,  101 

**  Of  brutal  off'rings  which  were  mine  before  : 
Earth  is  the  Lord'j",  all  nature  /ball  adore  him  : 
While  Jinners  tremble,  jaints  rejoice  hefore  him. 

9  "  If  I  were  hungry,  would  I  afc  thee  food  ? 
<f  When  did  I  thirft,  or  drink  thy  hallock's  blood  ? 
<v  Mine  are  the  tamer  beafts  and  favage  breed, 
"  Flocks,   herds,    and  fields,  and  forefts    where 

(they  feed* 
All  is  the  Lord'/,-  he  rules  the  tvide  creation  ; 
Gives  Jinners  <vengyance,   and  the  faints  faPuation* 

10  "  Can  I  be  flattered  with  thy  cringing  bowsr 
"  Thy  folemn  chatt'rings,  and  fantaftic  vows  i 
"  Are  my  eyes  charm'd  thy  veftments  to  behold, 
"   Glaring  in  gems,  and  gay  in  woven  gold  ? 
God   is  the  judge  of  hearts  ;  no-  fair  difguifos 
Canfcreen  the  guilty  when  his  vengeance  rijes* 

Pause     the     fecond. 

iv  f<  Unthinking  wretch  \  how    couId'rT:   thoa 

(hope  to  pleafe 
*'  A  God,  a  Spirit,  with  fuel),  toys  as  thefe  ? 
*'  While,with  my  grace  and  ftatutes  on  thy  tongue 
*'  Thou  lov'ft  deceit,  and  doft  thy  brother  wroiig  9 
Judgment  proceeds  /  hell  trembUs  !  hean/'n  rejoices  ! 
Lift  up  your  heads,  ye  faints,  Kvith  chearful  'voices, 

12  "In  vain  to  pious  forms  thy  zeal  pretends, 

*'  Thieves  and  adult'rers  are  thy  choien  friends  ; 
6<  While  the  falfe  rlatt'rer  at  my  altar  waits* 
"  His  hardened  foul  divine  inftruction  hates, 
God  is  the  judge  of  hearts  :  no  fair  difgmfes 
Ca?ifcreen  the  guilty  y  nvben  bis  vengeance  rifes. 

13  "  Silent  I  waited  with  lang-fufPring  love  ; 
"  But  didfr  thou  hope  that  I  fhaold  ne'er  reprove,. 
"  And  cherilh  fuch  an  imp'bus  thought  wfthin  ?' 
**  That  the  all-holy  would  indulge  thy  fin  I 
See,  God  appears,  all  naiure  joins  t*  adore  him, 
Judgment 'proceeds,  and  Jinners  fall  hefore  him. 

I  3.  ix  "  Behold; 


102  PSALM    LL 

14  rc  Behold  my  terrors  now;  my  thunders  roll',. 
**  And  thy  own  crimes  affright  thy  guilty  foul  : 
"  Now,  like  a  lion,  fhaH  my  veng'ance  tear 

**  Thy  bleeding  heart,  and  no   deliv'rer  near." 

Judgment  concludes  ;  bell  trembles  ;  heqafn  rejoice:  ; 

Lift  up  your  heads,  ye  faints,  ivith  chearful  voices. 

Epiphonema. 

15  Sinners,  awake  betimes  ;  ye  fools  be  wife  ; 
Awake,  before  this  dreadful  morning  rife, 
Change  your  vain  thoughts,  your  crooked  works 

(amend, 
Fly  to  the  Saviour,  make  the  Judge  your  friend, 
1' ben  join,  ye  faints  *  'wake  ev'ry  chearful  pajjion  ;. 
When  Chrift  returns,  he  co?nes  far  your  fai-vation. 
PSALM     LL     Fir  ft  Part.     Long  Metre* 
A  penitent  pleading  for  pardon. 

I    QHEW  pity,  Lord  ;  O  Lord  \  forgiw^ 

»3J  Let  3  repenting  rebel  live  ; 
Are  not  thy  mercies  large  and  free  ? 
May  not  a  finner  trull  in  thee  ? 
1  My  crimes  are  great,  but  not  furpafs 
The  pow'r  and  glory  of  thy 'grace  : 
Great  God,  thy  nature  hath  no  bound  I 
So  let  thy  pard'ning  grace  be  found. 

3  O  warn  my  foul  from  ev'ry  fin  1 
And  make  my  guilty  confeience  clean  : 
Here,  on  mv  heart,  my  burden  lies  ; 
And  part  offences  pain  mine  eyes. 

4  My  lips  with  mams  my  fins  eonfefs 
Againit  thy  law,  againft  thy  grace  : 
Lord,  mould  thy  judgment  grow  fevere, 
I  am  ccidemn'd,  but  thou  art  clear. 

5  Should  fudden  veng'ance  feize  my  breath, 
I  mutt  pronounce  thee  j uil  in  death  : 

And  if  my  foul  were  fent  to  hell, 

Thy  rigiu'oas  law  approves  it  well.  6  Yet 


PSALM    LL  rq 

6  Yet  fave  a  trembling  Tinner,  Lord, 
Whofe  hope  ftill  hov'ring  round  thy  word, 
Would  light  on  fome  f.veet  promife  there, 
Some  fure  fup.port  againft  defpair. 

P  S  A  L  M     LI.     Second  Part.  Long  Metre, 

Original  and  actual  (in  confsjjfed. 

1  T    OR  D,  I  am  vile,  conceiv'd  in  fin^ 
I  a  And  born  unholy  and  unclean, 

Sprung  from  the  man  whofe  guilty  falL 
Corrupts  his  race  and  taints  us  ail. 

2  Soon  as  we  draw  our  infant  breathy 
The  feeds  of  Cm  grow  up  for  death  ; 
Thy  law  demands  a  perfect  heart, 
But  we're  defii'd  in  ev'ry  part. 

[3  Great  God,  create- my  heart  anew*. 
And  form  my  fp.irit  pure  and  true  -r 
O  make  me  wife  betimes,  to  (py 
My  danger,  and  my  remedy.] 

4  Behold,  I  fall  before  thy  face  ; 
My  only  refuge  is  thy  grace  ; 

No  outward  forms  can  make  me  clean  f 
The  leprofy  lies  deep  within. 

5  Nor  bleeding  bird,  nor  bleeding  beaft,. 
Nor  hyflbp  branch,  nor  fprinkling  prieft„" 
Nor  running  brook,  nor  flood,  nor  fea, 
Can  wafh  the  difinal  flain  away. 

6  Jefus,  my  God,  thy  blood  alone 
Hath  pow'r  fufficient  to  atone  ; 

Thy  blood  can  make  me*white  as  fnow  p 
No  Jevj'ijh  types  could  cleanfe  me  fo. 

7  While  guilt  di&'urbs  and  breaks  my  peacea 
Nor  flelh,  nor  foul^  hadi  reft  or  eafe, 

Lord,  let  me  hear  thy  pard'niug  voice, 
And  make  my  broken  bones  rejoice. 

PSALM 


i©4         PSALM    LI. 

PSALM   LI.   Third  Part.  Long  Metre, 

The  backjlider  refored  ;  or,    repentance   and  faith 

in  the  blood  of  Chrift. 

1  /*"V  Thou  who  hear'il  when  dinners  cry  \ 
\^J  Th©'  all  my  crimes  before  thee  lie> 

Behold  them  not  with  angry  look, 
But  blot  their  mem'ry  from  thy  book, 

2  Create  my  nature  pure  within, 
And  form  my  foul  averfe  to  fin  ; 
Let  thy  good  Spirit  ne'er  depart, 
Nor  hide  thy  prefence  from  my  heart, 

3  I  cannot  live  without  thy  light, 
Call  out  and  banilh'd  from  thy  fight  : 
Thine  holy  joys,  my  God,  rellore  -T 
And  guard  me  that  I  fall  no  more. 

4  Tho'  I  have  griev'd  thy  Spirit,  Lord;, 
His  help  and  comfort  ftill  afford  : 

And  let  a  wretch  come  near  thy  throne 
To  plead  the  merits  of  thy  Son. 

5  A  broken  heart,  my  God,  my  King, 
Is  all  the  facrifice  I  bring  ; 

The  God  of  grace  will  ne'er  defpife 
A  broken  heart  for  facrifice. 

6  My  foul  lies  humbled  in  the  duff, 
And  owns  thy  dreadful  fentence  juft  ; 
Look  down,  O  Lord,  with  pit'ing  eye, 
And  fave  the  foul  condemn'd  to  die. 

7  Then  will  I  teach  the  world  thy  ways  ; 
Sinners  (hall  learn  thy  fov'reign  grace  ; 
I'll  lead  them  to  my  Saviour's  blood, 
And  they  fhall  praife  a  pard'ning  God. 

8  O  may  thy  love  infpire  my  tongue  ! 
Salvation  mall  be  all  my  fong  ; 

And  ail  my  pow'rs  fhall  join  to  blefs 
The  Lord  my  flreneth  and  right'oufnefs. 

PSALM 


PSALM    LI.  ioj 

PSALM    LI.    Firfi  Fart,    Common  Metre. 
Original  and  a&ual  Jin  confejffed  and  pardoned. 

1  T    O  P.  D,  I  would  fpread  my  fore  diftreis 
1   j     And  guilt  before  thine  eyes  ; 

Againft  thy  laws,  againii  thy  grace 
How  high  mj  crimes  arife  ! 

2  Should'll  thou  condemn  my  foul  to  hell, 
And  crulh  my  flefh  to  duft, 

Heav'n  would  approve  thy  veng'ance  well* 
And  earth  muit  own  it  juft. 

3  I  from  the  flock  of  Adam  came, 
Unholy  and  unclean  ; 

All  my  original  is  mame, 
And  all  my  nature  fin. 

4  Born  in  a  world  of  guilt.  I  drew 
Contagion  with  my  breath, 

And  as  my  days  advane'd,  I  grew 
A  jufter  prey  for  death. 

5  Cleanfe  me,  O  Lord  !  and  chear  my  foul 
With  thy  forgiving  love  ; 

O  make  my  broken  fpiri:  whole, 
And  bid  my  pains  remove. 

6  Let  not  thy  fpirit  quite  depart, 
Nor  drive  me  frcm  thy  face  ; 

Create  anew  my  vicious  heart, 
A»d  fill  it  with  thy  grace. 

7  Then  will  I  make  thy  mercy  known 
Before  the  fons  of  men  ; 

Backfliders  mall  addrefs  thy  throne, 
And  turn  to  Goo  again. 

PSALM     LI.       Second  Part. 

Repentance  and  faith  in  the  blood  of  Chrijf* 

I  /~\   God  of  mercy,  hear  my  call, 
V^     My  lead  of  guilt  remove, 

Break 


to6        PSAL  M     LIII. 

Break  down  the  feparating  wall 
Which  bafs  me  from  thy  love. 

2  Give  me  the  prepuce  of  thy  grace* 
Then  my  rejoicing  tongue 

Shall  fpeak  alouxfthy  right  Vavfn^fs, 
And  make  thy  sraiic  my  fong. 

3  No  blood  of  goats  no*  heifers  ilairt 
Foi  fin  coa'd  e'er  atorte  ; 

The  death  of  Chriftftmll  ltill  remaia 
Suffictfrtit  end  alone. 

4  A  foul  |ppreft  with  fm's  defert 
My  God  wiil  ne'er  defpife  ; 

A  humble  groan,  a  broken  heart 
Is  our  bell  facrifice. 

PSALM       LIII. 

Victory  and  deliverance  from  per/ecu  tiotf* 

1  A    R  E  all  the  foes  of  Sion  fools 
/\     Who  thus  devour  her  faints  ? 

Do  they  not  know  the  Saviour  rules, 
And  pi  lies  her  complaints  ? 

2  They  ftiail  befeiz'd  with  fad  furprife  y 
For  God's  revenging  arm 

Scatters  the  bones  of  thofe  who  rife 

To  do  his  children  harm. 

3  In  vain  the  fons  of  Satan  boaii 
Of  armies  in  array  ; 

When  God  has  fir  ft  defpis'd  their  ho$ 
They  fall  an  e^y  prey. 

4  O  for  a  word  from  S ion's  King 
Her  captives  to  reftore  ! 

Jacob,  with  all  his  tribes  fnall  fing, 
And  JudaJy  weep  no  more. 

PSALM 


P  S  A'LTVI    L¥,  107 

■P  S  A  L  M     LV.    Common  Metre. 
Support  for  the  cfHidcd  and  tempted fouL 
God,  my  refuge  1   hear  my  cries, 
Behold  my  flowing  tears,, 
For  earth  and  hell  my  hurt  devife, 
And  triumph  in  my  fears. 

2  Their  rage  is  levell'd  at  my  life, 
My  foul  with  guilt  they  load, 

And  fill  ray  thoughts  with  inward  ftrife 
To  make  my  hope  in  God. 

3  With  inward  pain  my  heart-fhings  founds 
I  groan  with  ev'ry  breath  : 

Horror  and  fear  befet  me  round 
Among  the  fnades  of  death. 

4  O  were  I  like  a  feather'd  dove  ! 
And  innocence  had  wings  ; 

I'd  fly,  and  make' a  long  remove 

From  all  thefe  refdefs  things. 
.5   Let  me  to  fome  wild  elefart  go, 

And  find  a  peaceful  home  ; 
Where  frorms  of  majice  never  blow, 

Temptations  never  come. 

6  Vain  hopes  and  vain  inventions  all. 
To  'feape  the  rage  of  hell  S 

The  mighty  God,  on  whom  I  call, 
Can  lave  me  here  as  well. 

7  By  morning-light  I'll  feek  his  face, 
At  noon  repeat  my  cry, 

The  night  fhall  hear  me  afk  his  grace, 
Nor  will  he  long  deny. 

8  God  fhall  preferve  my  foul  from  fear  ; 
Or  fnieid  me  when  afraid  : 

Ten  thoufand  angels  mull  appear, 
If  he  commands  their  aid. 

9  I  caM  my  burdens  on  the'Lord, 

The  Lord  Mains  them  all  ;  Mv 


ioS  PSALM    LV. 

Mv  courage  refts  upon  his  word, 
That  faints  fhall  never  fall. 

10  My  higheft  hopes  fhall  not  be  vain, 

My  lips  fhall  fpread  his  praife  ; 
While  cruel  and  deceitful  men 

Scarce  live  out  half  their  days. 

PSALM     LV.       Short  Metre. 
Dangerous  profperity  ;  or,  daily  devotion  encouraged. 

1  T    E  T  finners  take  their  courfe, 

I   ./     And  choofe  the  road  to  death  ; 
But  in  the  worfhip  of  my  God 
I'll  fpend  my  daily  breath. 

2  My  thoughts  addrefs  his  throne 
When  morning  brings  the  light  ; 

I  feek  his  blefling  ev'ry  noon, 
And  pay  my  vows  at  night. 

3  Thou  wilt  regard  my  cries, 
O  my  eternal  God  ! 

While  finners  perifh,  in  furprife 
Beneath  thine  angry  rod. 

4  Becaufe  they  dwell  at  eafe, 
And  no  fad  changes  feel, 

They  neither  fear  nor  truft  thy  name, 
Nor  learn  to  do  thy  will. 

5  But  I,  with  all  my  cares. 
Will  lean  upon  the  Lord  ; 

I'll  caft  my  burdens  on  his  arm, 
And  reft  upon  his  word. 

6  His  arm  fhall  well  fuftain 
The  children  of  his  love  ; 

The  ground  on  which  their  fafety  flands 
No  earthly  pow'r  can  move. 

PSALM 


P  S  A  L  M    LVI.  109 

PSALM    LVI. 

Deliverance  from  oppreffton  and faljhood  \  or,  God's 
care  of  hit  .people  in  answer  to  faith  and  prayer* 

\    /~\  Thou  !  whofe  juflice  reigns  on  high, 
\J     And  makes  th'  oppreffor  ceafe, 

Behold  how  env'ous  Sabers  try- 
To  vex  and  break  my  peace. 

2  The  fans  of  violence  and  lies 
Join  to  devour  me,  Lord  ; 

But  as  my  hourly. dangers  rife, 
My  refuge  is  thy  word, 

3  In  God  moft  holy,  juft  and  true, 
T  have  repos'd  my  truft ; 

Nor  will  I  fear  what  fiefh  can  do, 
The  offspring  of  the  duft. 

4  They  wreft  my  words  to  mifchief  ftijlj 
Charge  me  with"  unknown  faults  ; 

Mifchief  doth  all  their  counfels  fill, 
And  malice  all  iheir  thoughts. 

5  Shall  they  efcape  without  thy  frown  f 
Mult  their  devices  ftand  ? 

O,  call  the  haughty  finner  down, 
And  let  him  know  thy  hand  ! 

Pause. 

6  God  counts  the  forrows  of  his  faints, 
Their  groans  affect  his  ears  ; 

Thou  hail  a  book  for  my  complaints, 
A  bottle  for  my  tears. 

7  When  to  thy  throne  I  raife  my  cry, 
The  wicked  fear  and  flee  ; 

So  fwiit  is  pray'r  to  reach  the  {ky, 
So  near  is  God  to  me. 

8  In  thee,  malt  holy,  juft  and  true, 
I  have  xeposM  my  trufl;  ; 


no         PSALM    LVIL 

Nor  will  I  fear  what  man  can  do, 
The  offspring  of  the  duft. 

9  Thy  folemn  vows  are  on  me,  Lord  : 
Thou  fhalt  receive  my  praife  ; 

I'll  fing,  HovJ  faithful  is  thy  ivord  ; 
Hoixj  right'' 'c  us  all  thy  mo  ays  ! 

10  Thou  haft  fecur'd  my  foul  from  death, 
O  fet  thy  prisoner  free  ! 

That  heart  and  hand,  and  life  and  breath, 
May  be  employ'd  for  thee. 

PSALM      LVII. 
Praife  for  protection,  grace  and  truth. 

1  1\/T  Y  God,  in  whom  are  all  the  fprings 
JLVX  Of  boundlefs  love  and  grace  unknown. 

Hide  me  beneath  thy  fpreading  wings, 
'Till  the  dark  cloud  is  overblown. 

2  Up  to  the  heav'ns  I  fend  my  cry, 
The  Lord  will  my  defires  perform ; 
He  fends  his  angels  from  the  fky, 

And  laves  me  from  the  threat'ning  florin. 

3  Be  thou  exalted,  O  my  God  1 
Above  the  heav'ns,  where  angels  dwell  ; 
Thy  pow'r  on  earth  be  known  abroad, 
And  land  to  land  thy  wonders  tell. 

4  My  heart  is  fix'd  ;  my  fong  lhall  raife 
Immortal  honors  to  thy  name  ; 
Awake,  my  tongue,  to  /oimd  his  praife  ; 
My  tongue,  the  glory  of  my  frame. 

5  High  o'er  the  earth,  his  mercy  reign". 
And  reaches  to  "the  utmoir.  fky  ; 

His  truth  to  endlefs  years  remains, 
When  lower  worlds  diffolve  and  die. 

6  Be  thou  exalted,  O  my  God  ! 
Above  the  heav'ns,  where  angels  dwell  ; 
Thy  pow'r  on  earth  be  known  abroad, 
And  land  to  land  thv  wonders  tell. 

PSALM 


PSALM    LVIII.         in 

PSALM      LVIII. 
Warning  to  magiftrates. 

1  TUDQES,  who  rule  the  world  by  laws, 
J    Will  ye  defpife  the  right'ous  caufe, 
When  th*  injur' d  poor  before  you  frand  \ 

Bare  ye  condemn  the  right'ous  poor, 
And  let  rich  finners  'fcape  fecure, 

While  gold  and  greatnefs  bribe  your  hands. 

2  Have  ye  forgot,  or  never  knew, 
That  God  will  judge  the  judges  too  ? 

High  in  the  heav'ns  his  jaftice  reigns  5 
Yet  you  invade  the  rights  of  God, 
And  fend  your  bold  decrees  abroad 

To  bind  the  confcience  in  your  chains. 

3  A  poifoh'd  arrow  is  your  tongue, 
The  arrrow  {harp,  the  poifon  ftrong, 

And  death  attends  where  e'er  it  wounds  ; 
You  hear  no  counfels,  cries  or  tears  ; 
So  the  deaf  adder  flops  her  ears 

Againft  the  pow'r  of  charming  founds. 

4  Break  out  their  teeth,  eternal  God, 
Thofe  teeth  of  lions  dy'd  in  blood  ; 

And  crufh  the  ferpents  in  the  dull  : 
As  empty  chaff  when  whirldwinds  rife, 
Before  the  fweeping  tempeft  flies, 

So  let  their  hopes  and  names  be  loft. 

5  Th'  Almighty  thunders  from  the  fky  ! 
Their  grandeur  melts,  their  titles  die  ; 

As  hill?  of  fnow  dilfolve  and  run, 
Or  fnails  which  perifn  in  their  flime  ! 
Or  births  which  come  before  their  time, 

Vain  births  which  never  fee  the  fun  ! 

6  Thus  mall  the  veng'ance  of  the  Lord 
Safety  and  joy  to  faints  afford  ; 

And  all  who  here,  mall  join  and  fay 

K2  "  Suae 


ii2     PSALM    LX.  LXL 

*■  Sure  there's  a  God  who- rules  on  high* 
•'  A  God  who  hears  his  children  cry," 
*'  And  will  their  fuff'rings  well  repay.' *   . 

P  S  A  L  M    LX. 

On  a  day  of  humiliation  for  difappointmtnts  in  nvar* 

1  T     ORD,  haft  thou  caft  New- England  off  t 
X.J     Muft  we  for  ever  mourn  ? 

Wilt  thou  indulge  immortal  wrath  I 
Shall  mercy  ne'er  return  ? 

2  The  terror  of  one  frown  of  thine 
Melts  all  our  ftrength  away  ; 

Like  men  who  totter,  drunk  with  winer 
We  tremble  in  difmay. 

3  New- England  makes  beneath  thy  5rcke> 
And  dreads  thy  threat'ning  hand;, 

0  heal  the  people  thou  haft  broke* 
Reftore  the  trembling  land. 

4  Lift  up  a  banner  in  the  £ekf, 
For  thofe  who  fear  thy  name  : 

Save  thy  beloved  with  thy  mield, 
And  put  our  foes  to  {name. 

5  Go  with  ou.r  armies  to  the  fight 
Like  a  confed'rate  God  : 

In  vain  confed'rate  powers  unite 
Aga;nft  thy  lifted  rod. 

6  Our  troops  (hall  gain  a  wide  renown: 
By  thine  affiiling  hand  ; 

Tis  God  who  treads  the  mighty  down* 
And  makes  the  feeble  ftand. 

PSALM      LXJ. 

Safety  in  God. 

1  T  T  7  K  E  iST  overwhelmed  wi th  grief, 

VV       My  heart  within  me  dies, 
Helplefs,  and  faint  from  all  relief, 

To  heav'n  I  life  mine  eyes-  2  O 


PSALM    LXII.  113 

2  O  lead  me  to  the  Rock 
That's  high  above  my  head ! 

And  make  the  covert  of  thy  wings 
My  fhelter  and  my  made, 

3  Within  thy  prefer.ee,  Lord, 
For  ever  I'll  abide  ; 

Thou  art  the  tow'r  of  my  defence, 
The  refuge  where  I  hide. 

4  Thou  giveft  me  the  lot 

Of  thofe  who  fear  thy  name  ; 
-If  endlefs  life  be  their  reward, 
I  mall  pofTefs  the  fame. 

PSALM      LXII. 

No  truft  in  the  creatures  ;  or,  faith  in  divine  gract 
and  iorjoer . 

1  "]\/f  Y  fpirit  looks  to  God  alone  ; 
j^VJL     My  only  refuge  is  his  throne  ; 

In  all  my  fears,  in  all  my  {traits, 
My  foul  on  his  falvation  waits. 

2  Truft  him  ye  faints,  in  all  your  ways* 
Pour  out  your  hearts  before  his  face  ; 
When  helpers  fail,  and  foes  invade, 
God  is  our  all-fufncient  aid. 

3  Falfe  are  the  men  of  high  degree, 
The  bafer  fort  are  vanity  ; 

Laid  in  the  balance,  both  appear 
Light  as  a  puff  of  empty  air. 

4  Make  not  increafmg  gold  your  truft, 
Nor  fet  your  heart  on  glitt'ring  duft  ; 
Why  will  you  grafp  the  fleeting  fmoke, 
And  not  believe  what  God  has  fpoke. 

5  Once  has  his  awful  voice  declar'd, 
Once  and  again  my  ears  have  hear*d, 
te  All  pow'r  is  his  eternal  due  5 

**  He  mull  be  fear'd  and  trufted  too." 

K  3  6  For 


ii4       PSALM    LXIIT, 

6  For  fov'reign  pow'r  reigns  not,  alone, 
Grace  is  a  partner  of  the  throne  : 
Thy  grace  and  jpftiee,  mighty  Lord* 
Shall  well  divide  our  laft  reward. 

PSALM   LXIII.   FirfiPart.  Common  Metre* 

The  morning  of  a  Lord's  day. 

1  T7*  ARLY,  my  God,  without  delay,. 
±jj     I  hafte  t0  feek  thy  face  ; 

My  thirfty  fpirit  faints  away, 
Without  thy  cheating,  grace. 

2  So  pilgrims  on  the  fcorching  fan&i 
Beneath  a  burning  {ky, 

Long  for  a  cooling  ftream  at  hand, 
And  they  rauit  drink,  or  die. 

3  I've  feen  thy  glory  and  thy  pow'r 
Thro*  all  thy  temple  fhine  ; 

My  God,  repeat  that  heav*nly  hour*. 
That  vifion  fo- divine. 

4  Not  all  the  bleffings  of  a-feafi 
Can  pleafe  my  foul  fo  well, 

As  when  thy  richer  grace  I  tafte,. 
And  in  thy  pefence  dwell. 

5-  Not  life  itfelf,  with  all  her  joys 

Can  my  belt'  pailions  move, 
Or  raife  fo  high  my  chearful  voice 

As  thy  forgiving  love* 

6  Thu6  'till,  my  laft  expiring  day,, 

I'll  blefs  my  God  and  King  ; 
Thus  will  I  lift  my  hands  to  pray, 

And  tune  ray  lips  to  fing. 

P  S  A  -L  M      LXIII.     Second  PafK 

Midnight  thoughts  recollected. 

>  *^Tp  W  A  S  in  the  watches  of  the  night 
J^       I  thought  upon  thy  pow'r  i 


PSALM     LXin.       us 

1  kept  thy  lovely  face  in  fight 

Amidft  the  darkeft  hour. 

2  My  fiefh  lay  refting  on  my  bed, 
My  foul  arcfe  on  high  ; 

My  God  !  my  Life  t  my  Hope,  I  fakf> 
Bring  tJ'jy  fafojation  nigh. 

3  My  fpirit  labors  up  thine  hill, 
And  climbs  the  heav'nly  road  : 

But  thy  right-hand  upholds  me  itill* 
While  I  purfue.my  God. 

4  Thy  mercy  ftretches  o'er  my  head 
The  fhadow  of  thy  wings  ; 

My  heart  rejoices  in  thine  aid, 
My  tongue  awakes,  and  fings, 

5  But  the  dsftroyers  of  my  peace 
Shall  fret  and  rage  in  vain  : 

The  temper  fha-11  for  ever  ceafe, 
And  all  my  fins  be  flain. 

6  Thy  fword  mall  give  my  foes  to  deatfi> 
And  fend  them  down  to  dwell 

In  the  dark  caverns  of  the  earth, 
Or  to  the  depths  of  hell. 

PSALM       LXIIT.       Long  Metre, 

longing  after  God  ;  or,    the  love  of  God  better  than, 

Ufe. 

1  f~^  R  E  AT  Go  d  ,  indulge  my  humble  claim, 
VJT     Thou  art  my  Hope,  my' Joy,  my  Reft  i 

The  glories  which  compofe  thy  name 
Stand  all  engaged  to  make  me  bleft. 

2  Thou  Great  and  Good,  thou  Ju£  and  W~ife> 
Thou  art  my  Father  and  my  God  ;: 

And  I  am  thine  by  facred  ties  ; 

Thy  fon,  thy  fervant,  bought  with  blood;   ' 

3  With  heat,  and  eyes,  and lifted  hands,. 
For  shee-  I  long,  t©  thee  I  look, 

As 


n6       PSALM    LXIII. 

As  travellers  in  thirfty  lands 
Pant  for  the  cooling  water-brook. 

4  With  early  feet  I  love  t'  appear 
Among  thy  faints,  andfeek  thy  face  ; 
Oft  have  I  fee n  thy  glory  there, 
And  felt  the  povv'r  of  fov'reign  grace. 

5  Not  fruits  nor  wines  which  tempt  our  tafle, 
Nor  all  the  joys  our  fenfes  know, 

Could  make  me  fo  divinely  blell, 
Or  raife  my  chearful  pafiion  fo. 

6  My  life  itfelf,  without  thy  love, 
No  tafte  of  pleafure  could  afford  ; 
'Twould  but  a  tirefome  burden  prove, 
If  I  were  banifh'd  from  the  Lord. 

7  Amidft  the  wakeful  hours  of  night, 
"When  bufy  cares  affiicl:  my  head, 

One  thought  of  thee  gives  new  delight, 
And  adds  refrefhment  to  my  bed. 

8  I'll  lift  my  hands,  I'll  raife  my  voice 
While  I  have  breath  to  pray  or  praife  ; 
This  work  mall  make  my  heart  rejoice, 
And  fpend  the  remnant  of  my  days. 

PSALM      LXIIL       Short  Metre. 

Seeking  God. 

1  T\/jT^  God,  permit  my  tongue 
J.V X     This  joy,  to  call  thee  mine  i 

And  let  my  early  cries  prevail 
To  tafte  thy  love  divine. 

2  My  thirfty  fainting  foul 
Thy  mercy  does  implore  : 

Not  travellers  in  defart  lands 
Can  pant  for  water  more. 

3  Within  thy  churches,  Lord, 
I  long  to  find  my  place, 

Thy  povv'r  and  glory  to  behold, 
And  feel  thy  quick'ning  grace.  4  Tex 


PSALM    LXV,        117 

4  For  life  without  thy  love 
No  relish  can  afford  ; 

No  joy  can  be  compar'd  with  thisa 
To  ferve  and  pleafe  the  Lord. 

5  To  thee  I'll  lift  my  hands, 
And  praife  thee,  while  I  live  3 

Not  all  the  dainties  of  a  feaft 
Such  food  or  pieafare  give, 

6  In  wakeful  hours  of  night 
I  call  my  God  to  mind  ; 

I  think  how  wife  thy  counfels  are* 
And  all  thy  dealings  kind. 

7  Since  thou  haft  been  my  help, 
To  thee  my  fpirit  flies, 

And  on  thy  watchful  providence 
My  chearful  hope  relies, 

S  The  Ihadow  of  thy  wings 

My  foul  in  fafety  keeps  ! 
I  follow  where  my  Father  leads, 

"And  he  fupports  my  fteps. 

PSALM    LXV.     Firft  Part.  Long  Metre, 
Public  prayer  and  praife. 

1  ^T^H  E  praife  of  Sion  waits  for  thee, 

jL.     My  Go  d  ;  and  pra:fe  becomes  thy  houfe> 
There  mall  thy  faints  thy  glory  fee, 
And  there  perform  their  public  vows. 

2  O  thou  !  whofe  mercy  bends  the  ikies, 
To  fave  when  humble  finners  pray,  ~ 

All  lands  to  thee  {hall  lift  their  eyes, 
And  iilands  of  the  Northern  lea. 

3  Againft  my  will  my  fins  prevail, 
But  grace  fha!l  purg-e  away  their  ftain  ; 
The  blood  of  Chriffc  will  never  fail 
To  warn  my  garments  white  again. 

4  Bleft  is  the  man  whom  thou  malt  chufe 

And  give  hiai  kind  accefs  to  thee  j  Give 


nS         PSAL  M    LXV. 

Give  him  a  place  within  thy  houfe, 
To  tafte  thy  love  divinely  free. 

Pause. 

5  Let  Babel  fear  when  Sion  prays  ; 
Babel  prepare  for  long  diftrefs, 
When  Sion'*  God  himfelf  arrays 
In  terror  and  in  right'oufnefs. 

6  With  dreadful  glory  God  fulfils 
What  his  afflicled  faints  reqneft  ; 
And  with  almighty  wrath  reveals 
His  love,  to  give  his  churches  reft. 

7  Then  (hall  the  flocking  nations  run 
To  Siom'g  bill  and  own  their  Lord  ; 
The  rifing  and  the  fetting  fun 

Shall  fee  the  Saviour's  name  ador'd. 

PSALM     LXV.      Second  Part.  Long  Metre. 

Divine  providence  in  air,  earth  and  fea  ;    or,    the- 

Gcd  of  nature  and  grace. 

1  '  1  ^  H  E  God  of  our  falvation  hears 

X      The  groans  of  Sion  mix'd  with  tears  5 
Yet  when  he  comes  with  kind  defigjts, 
Through  all  the  way  his  terror  mines. 

2  On  him  the  race  of  man  depends, 
Far  as  the  earth's  remoteft  ends, 
Where  the  Creator's  name  is  known 
By  natures  feeble  light  alone. 

3"  Sailors  who  travel  o'er  the  flood, 
Addrefs  their  frighted  fouls  to  God 
When  tempefts  rage,  and  billows  roary 
At  dreadful  diftance  from  the  more. 

4  He  bids  the  noify  tempeft  ceafe, 
He  calms  the  raging  crown  to  peace, 
When  a  tumult'ous  nation  raves, 
"Wild  is  the  winds,  and  loud  as  waves. 

5  Whole 


PSALM    LXV.        n£ 

k  *WWt  kingdoms  fhaken  by  the  florm. 
He  fettles,  in  a  peaceful  form  ; 
Mountains  eilablifn'd  by  his  hand, 
Firm  on  their  old  foundations  fcand. 

6  Behold  his  enfigns  fweep  the  fky, 
New  comets  blaze,  and  lightnings  fly  ! 
The  Heathen  lands  with  fad  furprife, 
From  the  bright  horrors  turn  their  eyes, 

7  At  his  command  the  morning  ray 
Smiles  in  the  Eaft,  and  leads  the  day  : 
He  guides  the  fun's  declining  wheels 
Over  the  tops  of 'Weft em  hills. 

8  Seafons  and  times  obey  his  voice  ; 
The  ev'ning  and  the  morn  rejoice     ' 

To  fee  the  earth  made  foft  with  fhow'rs, 
Laden  with  fruit  and  dreit  in  flow'rs. 

9  'Tis  from  his  watry  ftores  on  high 
He  gives  the  thirfty  ground  fupply  ; 
He  walks  upon  the  clouds,  and  thence 
Doth  his  enriching  drops  difpenfe. 

io  The  defart  grows  a  fruitful  field, 
Abundant  fruit  the  vallies  yield  ; 
The  vallies  fhout  with  chearful  voice, 
And  neighb'ring  hills  repeat  their  joys,. 

1 1  The  paftures  fmile  in  green  array, 
There  lambs  and  larger  cattle  play  j 
The  larger  cattle  and  the  lamb, 
Each  in  his  language  fpeaks  thy  name. 

12  Thy  works  pronounce  thy  pow'r  divine  ; 
O'er  ev'ry  field  thy  glories  lhine  ; 

Thro'  ev'ry  month  thy  gifts  appear  ; 
Great  God  1  thy  goodnefs  crowns  the  year. 


PSALM 


Tic        PSALM    LXV. 

PSALM  LXV.  Firft  Part.  Common  Metre. 
A  prayer  hearing  Godt  and  the  Gentiles  called. 

K   T)  R  A  I  S  E  waits  in  $io«,   Lord,  for  thee, 
]£     There  (hall  oar  vows  be  paid  : 

Thou  haft  an  ear  when  finners  pray, 
All  fiefhfhall  feet  thine  aid. 

2  Lord  our  iniquities  prevail, 
But  pard'ning  grace  is  thine, 

And  thou  wilt  grant  us  pow'r  and  ikill 
To  conquer  ev'ry  fin. 

3  Blefs'd  are  the  men  whom  thou  malt  chufe 
To  bring  them  near  thy  face, 

Give  them  a  dwelling  in  thine  houfe 
To  feaft  upon  thy  grace. 

4  In  anfw^ring  what  thy  church  requefts, 
Thy  truth  and  terror  (bine, 

And  works  of  dreadful  right'oufnefs 
Fulfil  thy  kind  defign. 

5  Thus  mall  the  wond'ring  nations  fee 
The  Lord  is  good  and  j  ml  ; 

And  diftant  ifl*nd5  fly  to  thee, 
And  make  thy  name  their  truft. 

6  They  dread  thy  glitt'ring  tokens,  Lord, 
When  figns  in  heav'n  appear  ; 

But  they  fnail  learn  thy  holy  word, 
And  love  as  well  as  fear. 

PSALM        LXV.        Second  Part. 

The  providence  of  God  in  airy    earth  and  fea  ;  or,. 

The  blejjing  of  rain. 

I   T"M  S  by  thy  itrength  the  mountains  (land, 

J[        Go  d  of  eternal  pow'r  ! 
The  fea  grows  calm  at  thy  command, 
And  tempefts  ceafe  to  roar. 

z  The  morning  light  and  ev'ning  (hade 

Succefiive  comforts  bring  :  Thy 


PSALM    LXV.         121 

Thy  plent'ous  fruits  make  harveft  glad, 
Thy  flow'rs  adorn  the  fpring. 

3  Seafons  and  times,  and  moons  and  hours, 
Heav'n,  earth,  and  air  are  thine  ; 

When  clouds  diflill  their  fruitful  fnow'rs, 
The  Author  is  divine. 

4  Thofe  wand'ring  cifterns  in  the  Iky, 
Borne  by  the  winds  around, 

With  vvat'ry  treafures  well  fupply 
The  furrows  of  the  ground. 

5  The  thirfty  ridges  drink  their  nil, 
And  ranks  of  corn  appear  ; 

Thy  ways  abound  with  bleffings  flill, 
Thy  goodnefs  crowns  the  year. 

PSALM     LXV.     Third  Part. 

The  blejjlng  of  the  fpring  ;  or,  God  gives  rain* 

A  Pfalm  for  the  hufbandman. 

1  f~**  O  O  D  is  the  Lord,  the  heav'nly  King., 
\fj     Who  makes  the  earth  his  care  ; 

Vifits  the  paftures  ev7ry  fpring, 
And  bids  the  grafs  appear. 

2  The  clouds,  like  rivers,  rais'd  on  high, 
Pour  out  at  thy  command 

Their  wat'ry  bleffings  from  the  fky, 
To  chear  the  thirty  land. 

3  The  foften'd  ridges  of  the  field 
Permit  the  corn  to  fpring  ; 

The  vallies  rich  provision  yield, 
And  the  poor  lab'rers  fing. 

4  The  little  hills  onev'ry  fide 
Rejoice  at  falling. mow'rs, 

The  meadows,  dreft  in  all  their  pride, 
Perfume  the  air  with  flow'rs. 

5  The  barren  clods,  refreuVd  with  rain, 
Promife  a  joyful  crop ; 

L  The 


«22  r    5    ii   L   M      LAV1. 

The  parched  ground  looks  green  again, 
And  raife  the  reaper's  hope. 

6  The  var'ous  months  thy  goodnefs  crowns  ; 

How  bount'ous  are  thy  ways  ? 
The  bleating  flocks  fpread  o'er  the  downs 

And  (hepherds  fhout  thy  praife. 

PSALM     LXVI.     Firfl  Part. 

Governing  po-iver  and  goodnefs  ;    or,  our  grace  tried 

by  affiidions. 

1  O  ING,  all  ye  nations,  to  the  Lord, 
i5     Sing,  with  a  joyful  noife  ; 

With  melody  of  found,  record 
His  honors  and  your  joys. 

2  Say  to  the  pow'r  which  makes  the  Hky% 
"  How  terrible  art  thou  ! 

**  Sinners  before  thy  prefence  fly, 
"  Or  at  thy  feet  they  bow."  ' 

[3  Come,  fee  the  wonders  of  our  Gov, 

How  glor'ous  are  his  ways  ! 
In  Mofes'  hand  he  puts  his  rod, 

And  cleave  the  frighted  feas. 

4  He  made  the  ebbing  channel  dry 
While  Ijrel  pafs'd  the  Mood  ; 

There  did  the  church  begin  their  joy, 
And  triumph  in  their  God.] 

5  He  rules  by  his  refiftlefs  might  :   . 
What  rebel  mortals  dare 

Provoke  th'  Eternal  to  the  fight, 
And  tempt  that  dreadful  war  ? 

6  O  blefs  our  God,  and  never  ceafe  \ 
Ye  faints,  fulfil  his  praife  ; 

He  keeps  our  life,  maintains  our  peace, 
And  guides  our  doubtful  ways. 

7  Lord,  thou  haft  prov'd  our  fufFring  foujs, 
To  make  our  graces  fliine. ; 

So 


PSALM    LXVI.  LXVII.  123 

So  filver  bears  the  burning  coals, 

The  metal  to  refine.  % 

8  Thro'  wat'ry  deeps  and  fir/  ways, 

We  march  at  thy  command, 
Lead  to  poffefs  the  promis'd  place, 

By  thine  unerring  band, 

PSALM     LXVL      Second  Part. 
Praife  to  God  for  hearing  prayer. 

1  \T  O  W  mail  my  folemn  vows  be  paid 
XN     To  that  almighty  Pow'r 

Which  heard  the  long  requeits  I  made 
In  my  diftrefsful  hour. 

2  My  lips  and  chearfu!  heart  prepare 
To  make  his  mercies  known  * 

Come,  ye  who  fear  my  God,  and  hear 
The  wonders  he  has  done. 

5  When  on  my  head,hugeforrows  fell, 

I  fought  his  heav'nly  aid  : 
He  fav'd  my  linking  foal  from  hell, 

And  death's  eternal  made. 

4  If  fin  lay  cover'd  in  my  heart, 
While  pray'r  em  ploy 'd  my  tongue* 

The  Lord  had  fhewn  me  no  rsg?<id} 
Nor  I  his  praifes  fung. 

5  But  Goo  (his  name  beeverbleft) 
Has  fet  my  fpirit  free  ; 

Nor  turn'd  from  him  my  poor  requefr, 
Nor  turn'd  his  heart  from  me. 

PSALM     LXVIL 
The  nation's  profperity,  and  the  church's  increafe, 

l   QHINE,  mighty  Goo,  on  all  the  land, 
^J     With  beams  of  heav'nly  grace  ; 

Reveal  thy  pow'r  thro'  all  our  coafts, 
And  mew  thy  fouling  face. 

L  2  [z  Anuift 


124        PSALM    LXVIII. 

[2  Amidft  oar  States  exalted  high, 

Do  thou  our  glory  ftand, 
And,  like  a  wall  of  guard'an  fire, 

Surround  the  fav'rite  land.] 

3  When  (hall  thy  name,  from  fhore  to  fhore, 
Sound  all  the  earth  abroad  ; 

And  diftant  nations  know  and  love 
Their  Saviour  and  their  Goo  I 

4  Sing  to  the  Lord,  ye  refcu'd  States, 
Sing  loud  with  folemn  voice  ; 

While  thankful  tongues  exalt  his  praife, 
And  grateful  hearts  rejoice. 

5  He,  the  great  Lord,  the  fov'reign  Judge> 
Who  fits  enthron'd  above, 

Wifely  commands  the  worlds  he  made, 
In  juftice  and  in  love. 

6  Earth  (hall  obey  her  Maker's  will, 
And  yield  a  full  increate  : 

Our  God  will  crown  this  cliofen  clime, 
With  fruitfulnefs  and  peace. 

7  God,  the  Redeemer,  fcatJers  round 
His  choice  It  favors  here, 

While  the  creation's  utmoft  bound 
Shall  fee,  adore,  and  fear. 

PSALM     LXVIII.     Firfi  Part, 

Fhf  'vengeance  and  companion  of  God. 

1   {"**  OD  will  arife  m  all  his  might, 

VJT     And  put  the  troops  of  hell  to  flight, 
As  fmoke  which  fought  to  cloud  the  Ikies, 
Before  the  rifing  temped  flies. 

[2  He  comes  array 'd  in  burning  flames  ; 
Juftice  and  veng'ance  are  his  names  : 
Behold  his  fainting  foes  expire 
Like  melting  wax  before  the  fire.} 


PSALM    LXVIII.-      1 25 

3  He  rides  and  thunders  thro'  the  iky  5   • 
His  name  Jehovah  founds  on  high  ! 
Sing  to  his  name,  ye  fons  of  grace  ; 

Ye  faints,  rejoice  before  his  face  I 

4  The  widow  and  the  fathsrlefs 
Fly  to  his  aid  in  fharp  diitrefs  : 
In  him  the  poor  and  helplefs  find 
A  Judge  moil  juit,  a  Father  kind, 

5  He  breaks  the  captive's  heavy  chain,  . 
And  pris'ners  fee  the  light  again  ; 

But  rebels  who  difpute  his  will 
Shall  dwell  in  chains  and  darknefs  ftilL 
Pause. 

6  Kingdoms  and  thrones  to  God  belong  j 
Crown  him,  ye  nations,  in  your  fong  ; 
His  wond'rous  name  and  pow'rs  rehearfe  ; 
His  honors  (hall  enrich  your  verfe. 

7  He  makes  the  heav'ns  with  loud  alarms ; 
How  terrible  is  God  in  arms  ! 

In  Ifr'el  are  his  mercies  knowa, 
If  e/ is  his.  peculiar  throne. 

8  Proclaim  him  King,  pronounce  him  blefl  i 
He's  your  defence,  your  joy,  your  reft  ; 
When  terrors  rife,  and  nations  faint, 

God  is  the  itrength  of  ev'ry  faint. 

PSALM     LXVIII.     SecendPart. 

ChrijVs  afcsnfiotiy  and  the  gift  of  the  Spirit, 

1  T"     O  R  D,  when  thou  didft  afcend  on  higli^ 
1  j  Ten  thoufand  angels  fill'd  the  iky  : 

Thofe  heav'nly  guards  around  thee  wait,  - 
Like  char'ots  to  attend  thy  Hate. 

2  Not  Sinai's  mountain  t  iuld  appear 
More  glor'ous,  when  the  Lord  was  there  % 
While  he  pronounc'd  his  dreadful  law, 
And  ftruek  the  chofen  tribes  with  awe, 

h  3  3  Hcnr 


12<J     PSALM    LXVrtT. 

3  How  bright  the  triumph  none  can  tell,. 
When  the  rebeH'ous  powrrs  of  hell., 
Which  thoufand  fouls  had  captive  made,. 
Were  all  in  chains  like  captives  led  ! 

4  Rais'd  bphis  Father  to  the  thronc> 
He  fent  the  promis'd  Spirit  down 
With  gifts  and  grace  for  rebel  men, 
That  God  might  dwell  on  earth  again. 

PSALM     LXVIII.     Third  Part. 

Praife  for  temporal   hhjfings  ;  or,  ccmmon  and ' fpr* 

ritual  mercies. 
2   \X/'E  Mefc  the  Lord,  the  juft,  and  good, 

VV     Who  fills  our  hearts  with  joy  and  food  > 
Who  pours  his  bieflings  from  the  fides, 
And  loads  our  days  with  rich  fupplies. 

2  He  fends  the  fun  his  circuit  round 

To  chear  the  fruits,  to  warm  the  ground  ; 
He  bids  the  clouds  with  plent'ous  rain 
Refrelh  the  thirfiy  earth  again. 

3  'Tis  to  his  care  we  owe  our  breath, 
And  all  our  near  efcapes  from  death  j. 
Safety  and  healtlt  to  God  belong  ; 

He  heals  the  weak  and  guards  the  ftrong* 

4  He  makes  th«  faint  and  finner  prove 
The  common  bieflings  of  his  love  -r 
But  the  wide  difFrence  which  remains,. 
Js  endlefs  joys,  or  endlefs  pains. 

5  The  Lord,  whobruis'd  the  ferpent's  head% 
On  all  the  ferpent's  feed  fhall  tread  j 

The  ftubborn  finner's  hope  confound, 
And  fmite  him  with  a  lafting  wound. 

6  But  his  right-hand  hi*  faints  fhall  raife 
prom  the  deep  earth,  or  deeper  feas, 
And  bring  them   to  his  courts  above  ; 
There  {hall  they  tafle  his  fpecial  love. 

PSALM 


PSALM    LXDL       127 

1PSALM  LXIX.  FirfiPart.  Common  Metre, 
The  Sufferings  of  Cbrift  for  our  faivation. 

1  *'  £j  A  VE  me,  O  God.,  the  {welling  Hoods 

^3     "  Break  in  upon  my  foul  I 
*'  I  fink,  and  ibrrows  o'er  my  head 
"  Like  mighty  waters  roll. 

2  €C  I  cry,  'till  all  my  voice  be  gone* 
"  In  tears  I  waite  the  day  ; 

"  My  God,  behold  my  longing  eyes  \ 
tf  And  fhorten  thy  delay. 

3  te  They  hate  my  foul  without  a  caufe, 
(S  And  ftill  their  number  grows 

4t  More  than  the  hairs  around  my  head, 
cc  And  mighty  are  my  foes. 

4  "  'Twas  then  I  paid  that  dreadful  debt 
te  Which  men  could:  never  pay,, 

*c  And  gave  thofe  honors  to  thy  law, 
"  Which  finners  took  away.'* 

5  Thus,  in  the  great  Mefliah's  name-,. 
The  royal  prophet  mourns  -, 

Thus  he  awakes  our  hearts  to  grief, 
And  gives  us  joy  by  turns, 

6  "  Now  fhall  the  faints  rejoice  and  rTncJ 
"  Salvation  in  my  name, 

f<  For  I  have  borne  their  heavy  load 
"  Of  forrow,  pain  and  fhame. 

7  "  Grief  like  a  garment  cloth'd  me  rounds 
*  And  fackcloth  was  my  drefs, 

*c  While  I  procur'd  for  naked  fouls 
"  A  robe  ©f  right'bufnefs. 

2  "  Amongft  my  brethren  and  the  Jinvs 

"  1  like  a  Granger  Hood, 
f*  And  bore  their  vile  reproach,  to  brin« 

V  The  Gentiks  near  to  God, 

9  "  I 


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128      PSALM     LXIX. 

9  "  I  came  in  finful  mortal's  ftead 
"  To  do  my  Father's  will  ; 

*'  Yet  when  I  cleans'd  my  Father's  houfc, 
*'  They  fcandaliz'd  my  zeal. 

10  "  My  falling  and  my  holy  groans 
"  Were  made  the  drunkard's  fong, 

"  But  God,  from  his  celeil'al  throne 
"  Heard  my  complaining  tongue. 

11  "He  fav'd  me  from  the  dreadful  deep, 
"  Nor  let  my  foul  be  drown'd  ; 

•*  He  rais'd  and  fix'd  my  finking  feet 
"  On  well  eftablifh'd  ground. 

12  "  'Twas  in  a  moll  accepted  hour 
"  My  pray'r  arofe  on  high, 
And  for  my  fake  my  God  mail  hear 

The  dying  fmner's  cry." 

PSALM       LXIX.       Second  Part* 
The  paflon  and  exaltation  of  Cbrift. 

1  T^Y  O  W  let  our  lips,  with  holy  fear 
X^      And  mournful  pleafure,  fmg 

The  fufPrings  of  our  great  High-Priell, 
The  forrows  of  cur  King. 

2  He  finks  in  floods  of  deep  diftrefe  I 
How  high  the  waters  rife  1 

While  to  his  heav'nly  Father's  ear 
He  fends  perpet'al  cries. 

3  "  Hear  me,  O  Lord  !  and  fave  thy  Son, 
' '  Nor  hide  thy  mining  face  ; 

4(  Why  mould  thy  Fav'rite  look  like  one 
"  Forfaken  of  thy  grace  ? 

4  '•  With  rage  they  perfecute  the  Mar* 
*'  Who  groans  beneath  thy  wound, 

"  While,  for  a  facrifice,  I  pour 
"  My  life  upon  the  ground* 

5  «  They 


PSALM     LXIX.       129 

5  *'  They  tread  my  honor  to  the  duft, 
"  And  laugh  when  I  complain  ; 

'*'  Their  fharp  infulting  Handers  add 
*'  Frefh  anguifh  to  my  pain. 

6  tc  All  my  reproach  is  known  to  thee, 
"  The  fcandal  and  the  fhame  ; 

*'  Reproach  has  broke  my  bleeding  heart, 
*i  And  lies  defile  my  name. 

7  tf  I  look'dfor  pity,  but  in  yain  ; 
"  My  kindred  are  my  grief  ; 

*'  I  afk  my  friends  for  comfort  round, 
"  But  meet  with  no  relief. 

8  ts  With  vinegar  they  mock  my  thidi, 
<c  They  give  me  gall  for  food  ; 

'*  And,  fporting  with  my  dying  groans5 
*c  They  triumph  in  my  blood. 

g  <c  Shine  into  my  difirefied  foul, 

(C  Let  thy  companion  fave  ; 
*'*  And,  though  my  frefh  link  down  to  deaths 

"  Redeem  it  from  the  grave. 

10  es  I  fhall  arife  to  praife  thy  name, 

"  Shall  reign  in  worlds  unknown, 
*'  And  thy  falvation,  O  my  God  ! 

"  Shall  feat  me  on  thy  throne. " 

PSALM     LXIX.     Third  Part. 

CkrijVs  obedience  and  death  ;  or,  God  glorified  and 
firmer  s  faved. 

1  t-a  A  T  H  E  R,  I  fing  thy  wond'rous  grace, 
JJ      I  blefs  my  Saviour's  name  ; 

Ke  bought  falvation  for  the  poor, 
And  bore  the  tinner's  ihame. 

2  His  deep  diftrefs  has  rais'd  us  high  ; 
His  duty  and  his  zeal 

Pulfil  the  law  which  mortals  broke, 
And  finifh'd  ail  thy  will. 

3  His 


itt>      PSALM     LXIX, 


o 


3  Hfs  dying  groans,  his  living  fongs 
Shall  better  pleafe  my  God, 

Than  harp  or  trumpet's  folemn  found, 
Than  goat's  or  bullock's  blood. 

4  This  mail  his  humble  foll'wers  fee, 
And  fet  their  hearts  at  reft  ; 

They  by  his  death  draw  near  to  thee, 
And  live  for  ever  bleft. 

5  Let  heav'n,  and  all  who  dwell  on  high, 
To  God  their  voices  raife, 

While  lands  and  feas  afiift  the  fky, 
And  join  t5  advance  his  praile. 

6  Sion  is  thine^  moil  holy  God, 
Thy  Son  mall  blefs  her  gates  ; 

And  glory,  purchas'd  by  his  blood, 
For  thine  own  Ifr'el  waits. 

PSALM     LXJX.     FirfiPart.    Long  Metre 
Cbrijfs  pajfion,  and  Jir.ner' \t  falvation. 

E  E  ?  in  our  hearts  let  us  record 
The  deeper  forrows  of  our  Lord  : 

Behold  the  rifing  billows  roll 

To  overwhelm  his  right'ousfoul  I 

2  In  long  complaints  he  fpends  his  breath  ; 
While  hofts  of  hell  andpow'rs  of  death, 
A»d  all  the  fons  of  malice  join 

To  execute  their  curft  defign. 

3  Yet,  gracious  God,  thy  pow'r  and  love 
Have  made  the  curfe  a  b! effing  prove  : 
Thofe  dreadful  fufTrings  of  thy  Son 
Aton'd  for  fins  which  we  have  done. 

4  The  pangs  of  our  expiring  Lord, 
The  honor  of  thy  law  refcor'd  : 

His  forrows  made  thy  juftice  known, 
And  paid  for  follies,  not  his  own. 

so. 


PSALM       LXIX. 


*3* 


5  O,  for  his  fake,  our  guilt  forgive, 
And  let  the  mourning  fmner  live  1 
The  Lord  will  hear  us  in  his    names, 
Nor  mall  our  hope  be  turn'd  to  mame. 

PSALM    LXIX.     Second  Pan.  Long  Metre 

ChrijVs  fujferings  and  zeal. 

1  ''TAW  A  S  for  thy  fake,  eternal  God> 

X     Thy  Son  iuftain'd  tha^-heavy  load 
Of  bafe  reproach,  and  fore  difgrace, 
And  fname  defil'd  his  facred  face. 

2  The  Jeivs,  his  brethren  and  his  kin, 
Abus'd  the  man  who  check'd  their  fin  % 
While  he  fulfill'd  thy  holy  laws, 

They  hate  him,  but  without  a  caufe, 

[3  My  Father's  houfe,    (faid  he)  nvas  made 
A  place  for  wor/hip,  not  for  trade  : 
Then  featuring  all  ther  gold  and  brafs,. 
He  fcourg'd  the  merchants  from  the  place.  J 

.[4  Zeal  for  the  temple  of  his  God 
Confum'd  his  life,  expos'd  his  blood  : 
Reproaches  at  thy  glory  thrown, 
He  felt,  and  mourn'd  them  as  his  own.] 

5  His  friends  forfook,  his  folFwers  fled, 
While  foes  and  arms  furroand  his  head  ; 
They  curfe  him  with  a  fland'rous  tongue. 
The  Judge  unjuft  maintains  the  wrong. 

6  Kis  life  they  load  with  hateful  lies, 
And  charge  his  lips  with  blafphemies  ; 
They  nail  him  to  the  fhamefui  tree ; 
There  hung  the  man  who  dy'd  for  me  I 

[7   Wretches,  with  hearts  as  hard  as  flones, 
Infult  his  piety  and  groans  ; 
Gall  was  the  food  they  gave  him  there, 
And  rnock'd  his  thiril  with  vinegar.} 

8  But 


132       PSALM    LXXI. 

S  But  God  beheld,  and  from  his  throne 
Marks  out  theVnen  who  hate  his  Son  : 
The  hand  which  rais'd  him  from  the  dead, 
Shall  pour  the  veng'ance  on  their  head. 

P   S   A   S   M     LXXI.      Firft  Part. 
The  aged faint 's  reflection  and  hope. 
i   1\/T^  God,  my  everlafting  hope, 

±Vx.     I  ^ve  upon  thy  truth  : 
Thine  hands  have  held  my  childhood  up, 
And  ftrengthen'd  all  my  youth. 

2  My  flefh  was  fafhion'd  by  thy  pow'r, 
With  all  thefe  limbs  of  mine  ; 

And,  from  my  mother's  painful  hour, 
I've  been  entirely  thine. 

3  Still  has  my  life  new  wonders  feen 
Repeated  ev'ry  year  ; 

Behold,  my  days  which  yet  remain, 
I  trail  them  to  thy  care. 

4  Call  me  not  off  when  ftrength  declines, 
When  hoary  hairs  arife  ; 

And  round  me  let  thy  glory  mine, 
When  e'er  thy  fervant  dies. 

5  Then  in  thehift'ry  of  my  age, 
When  men  review  my  days, 

They'll  read  thy  love  in  ev'ry  page, 
In  ev'ry  line,  thy  praife. 

PSALM       LXXI.     Second  Part. 

Ckrifr  cur  flrength  and  right  eoufnefs. 

i    "]\/TY  Saviour,  my  almighty  Friend, 
lVA.     When  I  begin  thy  praife, 

Where  will  the  growing  numbers  end. 
The  numbers  of  thy  grace  ? 

2  Thou  art  niy  everlafting  truft, 
Thy  goodnefs  I  adore  ; 

And 


P  SALM     SLXXI.      133 

-And  fmce  I  knew  thy  graces  firft, 
I  fpeak  thy  glories  more. 

3  My  feet  mall  travel  all  the  length 
Of  the  celeft'al  road, 

And  march  with  courage  in  thy  ftren-gtK, 
To  fee  my  Father,  God. 

4  When  Lam  fill'dwith  fore  (Mre& 
For  fome  furprifing  fin, 

I'll  plead  thy  perfect  right'oufnefs, 
And  mention  none'but  thine. 

5  How  will  my  lips  rejoice  to  teU 
The  vi&'ries  of  my  King  ! 

My  foul,  redeem'd  from  fin  and  hell. 
Shall  thy  falvation  fing. 

[6  My  tongue  (hall  ail  the  day  proclaim 

My  Saviour  and  my  -God  ; 
His  death  has  brought  my  foes  to  fham-e, 

And  drown'd  them  in  his  blood. 
7  Awake,  awake  my  tuneful  pow'rs ! 

With  this  delightful  fong, 
I'll  entertain  the  darkefl  hours, 

Nor  think  the  feafon  long.] 

PSALM       LXXL     Third  Part, 

The  aged  chriftians  prayer  and  fong  ;    or,    old  age  <» 
deaths  and  the  refurrsftion. 

X    f~^  O  D  of  my  childhood  and  my  youth, 

\Jf     Thou  guide  of  all  my  days, 
I  have  declar'd  thy  heav'nly  truth, 

And  told  thy  wond'rous  ways. 
3  Wilt  thou  forfake  my  hoary  hairs, 

And  leave  my  fainting  heart  r 
Who  (hall  fuftain  my  linking  years, 

If  God  my  ftrength  depart  ? 

3  Let  me  thy  pow'r  and  truth  proclaim 
To  the  furviving  age, 

M  And 


134      PSALM    LXXII. 

And  leave  a  favour  of  thy  name 
When  I  lhall  quit  the  ftage. 

4  The  land  of  filence  and  of  death 
Attends  my  next  remove  ; 

O  may  thefe  poor  remains  of  breath 
Teach  the  wide  world  thy  love  I 
Pause. 

5  Thy  right'oufnefs  is  deep  and  high, 
Uniearchable  thy  deeds  ; 

Thy  glory  fpreads  beyond  the  fky, 
And  all  my  praife  exceeds. 

6  Oft  have  I  heard  thy  threatnings  rear, 
And  oft  endur'd  the  grief ; 

But  when  thy  hand  has  prefs'd  me  fore, 
Thy  grace  was  my  relief. 

7  By  long  exper'ence  have  I  known. 
Thy  fov'reign  pow'r  to  fave  ; 

At  thy  command  I  venture  down 
Securely  to  the  grave. 

8  When  I  liebury'd  deep  in  dull, 
My  flefh  (hall  be  thy  care  ; 

Thefe  with'ring  limbs  with  thee  1  trull, 
To  raife  them  Jtrcng  and  fair. 

PSALM       LXXII.       FirJlPart.  . 

The  kingdom  of  Ghrift* 

\   jT^  RE  AT  God,  whofe  univerfal  fway, 

\JJ     The  known  and  unknown  worlds  obey, 
Now  give  the  kingdom  to  thy  Son'; 
Extend  his  pow'r,  exalt  his  throne. 

2  Thy  fceptre  well  becomes  his  hands. 
All  h  av'n  fubmits  to  his  commands  ; 
Mis  jullice  lhall  avenge  the  poor, 
And  pride  and  rage  prevail  no  more, 

3  With  pow'r  he'll  vindicate  the  j nil, 
Ai\d  tread  oppreffors  in  the  duft  : 


PSALM    LXXIL      135 

Hi*3  worfhip  and  his  fear  fhall  laft 

'Till  hours,  and  years,  and  time  be  paft. 

4  As  rain  on  meadows  newly  mown, 
So  fhall  he  fend  his  infl'ence  down  : 
Kis  grace  on  fainting  fouls  diitills, 
Like  heav'nly  dew  on  thirfly  hills. 

5  The  Heathen  lands  which  lie  beneath 
The  fhades  of  over-fpreading  death, 
Revive  at  his  firil  dawning  light, 
And  deferts  bloffom  at  the  fight. 

6  The  faints  fhall  flourifh  in  his  days, 
Drefi  in  the  robes  of  joy  and  praife  : 
Peace,  like  a  river,  from  his  throne 
Shall  flow  to  nations  yet  unknown. 

PSALM       LXXIL       Second  Part. 

ChrijVs  kingdom  among  the    Gentiles. 

I    YESUS  mail  reign  where  e'er  the  fun 

J  Does  his  fucceflive  journeys  run  ; 
His  kingdom  ftretch  from  more  to  fhore, 
'Till  moons  fhall  wax  and  wane  no  more. 

[2  Beheld  !  the  iflands.  with  their  kings, 
And  Europe  her  beft  tribute  brings  : 
From  North  to  Souih  the  princes  meet 
To  pay  their  homage  at  his  feet. 

3  There  Perfia,  glor'ous  to  behold, 
There  India  ihines  in  Eajiern  gold  ; 
And  barb'rous  nations,  at  his  word, 
Submit  and  bow,  and  own  their  Lord.] 

4  For  this  fhall  endlefs  pray'r  be  made, 
And  praifes  throng  to  crown  bis  head  ; 
Kis  name,  like  fweet  perfume,  fhall  rife 
With  ev'ry  morning  Sacrifice. 

5  People  andre^ms  of  ev'ry  tongue 
L>we^  on  his  love  with  fweeteft  fong  ; 

M  2  Anil 


136        P  SALM    LXXIIT. 

And  infant-voices  fhall  proclaim 
Their  early  bleffings  on  his  name. 

6  Bleflir.gs  abound  where  e'er  he  reigns, 
The  pris'ner  leaps  toloofe  his  chains  ; 
The  weary  find  eternal  reft, 
And  all  the  fons  of  want  are  bled. 

[7  Wliere  he  difplays  his  healing  pow'r. 
Death  and  the  curie  are  known  no  more  5  . 
In  him  the  tribes  of  Adam  boauV 
More  blemngs  than  their  father  loft. 

8  Let  ev'ry  creature  rife  and  bring 
Peculiar  honors  to  our  King  ; 
Angels  defcend  with  fongs  again, 
And  earth  repeat  the  long  Amen.} 

PSALM  LX'XJII.  FirfPart.  Common  Metre, 
Ajlifted faints   happy ,  and  prcfperous  Jlnners  curfed* 

1  T^T  OW  I'm  eonvinc'd  the  Lord  is  kind, 
1/SI      To  men  of  heart  fmcere, 

Yet  once  my  foolifh  thoughts  repin'd, 
And  border'd  on  defpair. 

2  I  griev'd  to  fee  the  wicked  thrive, 
And  fpoke  with  angry  breath, 

f  f  How  pleafant  and  profane  they  Jive  ! 
"How  peaceful  is  their  death  ! 

3  "-With  well-fed  (left,  and  haughty  eyes 
'*  They  lay  their  fears  to  fieep; 

"  Againft  the  heav'ns  their  ftanders  rife, 
"  While  faints  in  filence  weep. 

,4  "  In  vain  I  lift  rny  hands  to  pray, 

"  And  cleanfe   my  heart  in  vain  j 
"  For  I  am  chailen'd  all  the  day, 

'*  The  night  renews  my  pain." 

5    Yet  while  my  tongue  indulged  -complaints, . 
I  felt  my  heart  reprove  ; 

"  Sure- 


PSALM    LXXIII.       ij? 

"  Sure  I  fhall  thus  offend  thy  faints, 
t(  And  grieve  the  men  I  love." 

6  Bat  ftill  I  fouad  my  doalxts  too  hard.* 
The  con  Aid  too  fever  e  ; 

'Till  I  retir'd  to  fearch  thy  word, 
And  learn  the  fecret  there. 

7  There,  as  in  Tome  prophetic  glafs,  - 
I  fawthe  finner's  feet 

High  mounted  on  a  ilipp'ry  place, 
Above  a  firy  pit. 

3  I  heard  the  wretch  profanely  boaii, 

'Till,  at  thy  frown,  he  fell': 
His  honors  in  a  .dream  were  loft, 

And  he  awoke  in  hell. 

9   Lord  what  an  env'ous  fool  I  was  ! 

How  like  a  thoughtlefs  beaft  ! 
Thus  to  fufpec~t  thy  promis'd  grace, 

And  think  the  wicked  bleit. 

lo  Yet  I  was  kept  from  fell  defpair, 

Upheld  by  pow'r  unknown  : 
That  bleffed  hand  which  broke  the  fnare, 

Shall  guide  me  to  thy  throne. 

PSALM     LXXIII.       Second  Part, 
Ggd  our  portion  here  and  hereafter . 

I   f~*-  O  D,  myfupporter  and  my  hope, 

Vj     My  help  for  ever  near, 
Thine  arm  of  mercy  held  me  up 

When  finking  in  defpair. 

2.  Thy  counfels,  Lord,  mall  guide  my  feet 
Through  this  dark  wildernefs  ! 

Thine  hand  conduft  me  near  tky  feat. 
To  dwell  before  thy  face. 

3.  Were  I  in  heav'n  without  my  God, 
'Twos-Id  be  .no  jov  to  me  ; 

m  3  v  sm  ' 


rj$      PSALM    LXXIIH 

And  whilil  this  earth  is  my  abode, 

I  long  for  none  but  thee. 
4.  What  ifthefprings  of  life- were  broke, 

And  flefh  and  heart  fhould  faint  i 
Cod  is  my  foul's  eternal  Rock, 

The  ftrength  of  ev'ry  faint. 

5  Behold  the  dinners  who  remove 
Far  from  thy  prefence,  die  ; 

Not  all  the  idol  gods  they  love, 
Can  fave  them  when  they  cry. 

6  But  to  draw  near  to  thee  my  God, 
Shall  be  my  fweet  employ  ; 

My  tongue  fnall  found  thy  works  abroad', 
And  tell  the  world  my  joy. 

PSALM       LXXIII.       Long   Metre, 

The  prof perity  of footers  cur  fed. 

1  ORD,  what  a  though tlefs  wretch  was  I> 
JL^  To  mourn,  and  murmur,  and  repine, 

To  fee  the  wicked,  plac'd  on  high, 
In  pride,  and  robes  of  honor  fiiine  ! 

2  But  O  their  end,  their  dreadful  end  I 
Thy  fancluary  taught  me  fo  : 

On  flipp'ry  rocks  1  (ec  them  ftand, 
And  hry  billows  roll  below  1 

3  Mow  let  them  boaft  how  tall  they  rife* 
I'll  never  envy  them  again  : 

There  they  may  lland  with  haughty  eyes,. 
'Till  they  plunge  deep- in  endlefs  pain. 

4  Their  fancy'd  joys,  how  fail  they  flee  ? 
Juil  like  a  dream  when  man  awakes  ; 
Their  fongs  of  fofteil  harmony 

Are  but  a  preface  to  their  plagues. 

5  Now  I  efteem  their  mirth  and  wine 
Tea  dear  to-purchafe  with  my  tlood  : 

Lord, 


PSALM     LXXIII.      ij 

Lord,  'tis,,enough  that  thou  art  mine, 
My  life,  ray  portion,  and  my  God  ! 

P  S,  A  L  M       LXXIII.     Short  Metre-./ 
The  myjiery  ofprovidencf  unfolded* 

1  O  U  R  E    there's  a  right'ous  God> 
i^5     Nor  is  religion  vain  \ 

Though  men  of  vice  may  boaft  aloud, 
<And  men  of  grace  complain. 

2  I  faw  the  wicked  rife, 
x^nd  felt  my  heart  repine, 

While  haughty  fools,  with  icomful  eye* 
In  robes  of  honor  mine. 

[3  Pamper'd .with  wanton  eafe,. 

Their  flefh  looks  full  and  fair  ; 
Their  wealth  rolls  in  like  flowing  feas> 

And  grows  without  their  care. 

4  Free  from  the  plagues  and.  pains 
Which  pious  fouls  endure, 

Through  all  their  life  opprefllon  reigns* 
And  racks  the  humble  poor. 

5  Their  imp'ons-  tongues  blafpheme 
The  everlaftimg  God  ; 

Their  malice  blafts  the  good  man's  narae> 
And  fpreads  its  lies  abroad. 

6  But  I,  with  flowing  tears, 
Indulg'd  my  doubts  to  rife  : 

•e  Is  there  a  God  who  fees  or  hears 
"  The  things  below  the  fides  }"J 

7  The  tumults  of  my  thoughts 
Held  me  in  hard  fufpenfe, 

Till  to  thy  houfe  my  feet  were  brought 
To  learn  thy  juSice  theace. 

8  Thy  word  with  light  and  pows? 
Did  my  miftakes  amead  j. 


i4?    P  S  A  I.  M.     LXXIV. 

I  view'd  the  finners'  life  before, 
But  here  I  learnt  their  end. 

9  On  whit  a  flipp'ry  fteep 

The  thoughtlefs  wretches  go  ? 
And  O  that  dreadful  frry  desp 

Which  waits  their  fall  below  \ 
so  Lord,  at  thy  feet  I  bow  ; 

My  thoughts  no  more  repine  ; 
1  call  my  God  my  portion  now, 

And  all  my  pow'rs  are  thine. 

PSAL  M       LXX1V. 
¥  be  church  pleading  *iv':th  God  under  fore  pcrfecuthx* 
I    TI7ILL  Go  d  for  ever  cafl  us  off  ? 

V V       ^s  wrath  for  ever  fmoke 
Againft  the  people  of  his  love. 
His  little  chofcn  flock  ? 

z  Think  of  the  tribes  fo  dearly  bought 

With  their  Redeemer's  blood  ; 
Nor  let  thy  Sitm  be  forgot, 

Where  once  thy  glory  ftood, 

3  Lift  up  thy  feet,  and  march  in  hafle, 
Aloud  our  ruin  calls  : 

See  what  a  wide  and  fearful  wafte 
Is  made  within  thy  wails. 

4  Where  once  thy  churches  pray'd  and  fang;,. 
Thy  foes  profanely  roar  ; 

Over  thy  gates  their  er.figns  hang, 
Sad  tokens  of  their  pow'r. 

5  How  are  the  feats  of  wormip  broke  I 
Thev  tear  thy  buildings  down, 

And  he  who  deals  the  heav'eft  fcroke, 
Procures  the  chief  renown. 

6  With  flames  they  threaten  to  dextroy, 
Thy  children  in  their  neA  j 

«  Cornel 


P  S  At  M    LXXIV,       i4J 

€dme,  let  us  burn  at  once  (they  cry) 
'The  temple  and  the  prieft. 

7  And  flill  to  heighten  our  diftrefs, 

Thy  presence  is- withdrawn  ; 
Thy  wonted  figns  of  pow'r  and  grace> 

Thy  pow'r  and  grace  are  gone. 

8-  No  prophet  fpeaks  to  calm  our  \voesp 

But  all  the  feers  mourn  ; 
There's  not  a  foul  amongft  us  knows 

The  time  of  thy  return. 

P   a    u   s    E. 

9  How  long,  eternal  God,  how  long3 
Shall  men  of  pride  blafpheme  ? 

Shall  faints  be  made  their  endlefs  fong3 
And  bare  immortal  mame  f 

10  Can  ft  thou  for  ever  fit  and  hear 
Thine  holy  name  profan'd  ? 

And  ftill  thy  jealoufy  forbear, 
And  ftill  withhold  thine  hand  ? 

n  What  it/range  deliv'rance  haft  thou  fhowiv 

In  ages  long  before  ? 
And  now  no  other  God  we  own, 

No  other  God  adore, 

1-2  Thoudidft  divide  the  raging  fea> 

By  thy  refiftlefs  might, 
To  make  thy  tribes  a  wond'rous  way, 

And  then  fecure  their  flight. 
€-3  Is  not  the  world  of  nature  thine  ? 

The  darkneis  and  the  day  ? 
Didft  not  thou  bid  the  morning  mine, 

And  mark  the  fun  his  way  ? 

54  Hath  not  thy  pow V  form?<l  ev'ry  coaft, 

And  fet  the  earth  it's  bounds, 
With  fumnier's  heat  and  winter's  fro/t, 

In  their  perpet'aJ,  roaads  h 

15,  And 


PSALM     LXXV. 


•  15   And  fhall  the  fons  of  earth  and  duft, 

That  facred  pow'r  blafpheme  ? 
Will  not  thy  hand  which  form'd  them  firfl, 

Avenge  thy  injur'd  name  ? 

16  Think  on  the  cov'nant thou  haft  made, 
_  And  all  thy  words  of  love  ; 

Nor  let  the  birds  of  prey  invade, 
And  vex  thy  mourning  dove. 

17  Our  foes  would  triumph  in  our  blood, 
And  make  our  hope  their  jefl  ; 

Plead  thine  owncaufe,  almighty  God, 
And  give  thy  children  reft. 

PSALM    LXXV. 

Power  and  government  from  God  alone. 

Applied  to   the   glorious  revolution  in   America,, 
July  yh,  1  j -j  6. 

1  /  I  *  O  thee,  meft  holy,  and  moft  high, 

X.     To  thee  we  bring  our  thankful  praife  ; 
Thy  works  declare  thy  hand  is  nigh, 
Thy  works  of  wonder  and  of  grace. 

2  America  was  doom'd  a  flave, 

Her  frame  diiToiv'd,  her  fears  were  great  ; 
When  God  a  right'ous  council  gave, 
To  bear  the  pillars  of  the  ftate. 

3  They  from  thy  pow'r  receiv'd  their  owrt, 
And  fvvare  to  rule  by  wholefome  laws  ; 
Thy  foot  (hall  tread  oppreffors  down, 

Thy  arm  defend  the  right'ous  cauls. 

4  Let  haughty  finners  fink  their  pride, 
Nor  lift  fo  hig     -  ;eir  fcornful  head  : 
Put  lay  their  foolifh  thoughts  afide, 

And  own  th       m'n  which  God  hath  made. 

5  Such  honors  never  come  by  chance, 
Nor  do  the  winds  promotion  blow  ; 

>Tb 


PSALM    LXXVI.         143 

5Tis  God  the  judge  doth  one  advance, 
'Tis  God  who  lays  another  low. 

6  No  vain  pretence  to  royal  birth 
Shall  chain  us  to  a  tyrant's  throne  ; 
God,  the  great  Sov'reign  of  the  earths 
Shall  cruih  ufurpers  with  his  frown. 

[7  His  hand  holds  out  the  dreadful  cup 
Of  veng'ance,  mix'd  with  various  plagues, 
And  makes  the  wicked  drink  them  up, 
Wring  out,  and  taile  the  bitter  dregs, 

8  Now  mall  the  Lord  exalt  the  juft, 
And  while  he  tramples  on  the  proud, 
And  lays  their  glory  in  the  dull, 
Our  lips  fhall  fmg  his  praife  aloud.] 

PSALM        LXXVI. 

Ifrael  /aved,  and  the  AJfyrians  dejlroyed  1  or, 
God's  'vengeance  againjl  his  enemies  proceeds 
from  bis  church. 

1  T  N  J  a  dak  God  of  old  was  known  ; 
JL     His  name  in  jfr'el  great  ; 

In  Salem  flood  his  holy  throne, 
And  Sion  was  his  feat. 

2  Among  the  praifes  of  his  faints, 
His  dwelling  there  he  chofe  ; 

'There  he  receiv'd  their  juft  complaints* 
Againft  their  haughty  foes. 

3  From  Sion  went  his  dreadful  word 
And  broke  the  threat'ning  fpear, 

The  bow,  the  arrows  and  the  fword, 
And  cruih'd  th'  Jjjyr'an  war. 

4  What  are  the  earth's  wide  kingdoms  elfe 
But  mighty  hills  of  prey  ? 

The  hill  on  which  Jehovah  dwells 
Is  glor'ous  more  than  they. 

5  'Tvvas 


144      PSALM     LXXVH. 

55   "Tvvas  &Ws  King  who  itopt  the  breath 

Of  captains  and  their  bands  : 
The  men  of  might  flept  fall  in  death, 
And  never  found  their  hands. 

6  At  thy  rebuke,  O  Jacob's  God, 
Both  hone  and  char'ot  fe<\  : 

Who  knows  the  terrors  of  thy  rod  ? 
Thy  veng'ance,  who  can  tell  ? 

7  What  pow'r  can  ftand  before  thy  fight 
When  once  thy  wrath  appears  ? 

Then  heav'n  fhines  round  with  dreadful  light:;' 
While  earth  lies  #ill  and  fears. 

$  When  God,  in  his  own  fov'reign  ways 

Comes  down  to  fave  th'  oppreft, 
The  wrath  of  man  (hall  work  his  praife, 

And  he'll  reftrain  the  reft. 

[9  Vow  to  the  Lord,  and  tribute  bring, 

Ye  princes,  fear  his  frown  .: 
His  terror  fbakes  the  proudeit  king, 

And  cuts  an  army  down. 

so  The  thunder  of  his  fharp  rebuke 

Our  haughty  foes  fnall  feel  ; 
For  Jacob's  God  hath  not  ibrfook, 

But  dwells  in  Sion  ftill.] 

PSALM      LXXVII.     Firfi  Part. 
Melancholy  ojfaulting,  and  hope  prevailing. 

1  *  |~^0  God  Icry'd  with  mournful  voice, 

JL        I  fought  his  gracious  ear, 
In  the  fad  day,  when  troubles  rofe, 
And  fill'd  the  night  with  fear. 

2  Sad  were  my  days,  and  dark  my  nights, 
My  foul  refus'd  relief; 

I  thought  on  God,  the  juft  and  wife, 
But  thoughts  increas'd  mv  grief. 

3  fcU 


PSALM    LXXVII.      145 

3  Still  I  complain'd,  and  flail  oppreft, 
My  heart  began  to  break  ; 

My  God,  thy  wrath  forbad  my  re3. 
And  kept  mine  eyes,  awake  ! 

4  My  overwhelming  forrows  grew 
'Till  I  could  fpeak  no  more  ; 

Then  I  within  myfelf  withdrew, 
And  call'd  thy  judgments  o'er, 

5  I  call'd  back  years  and  ancient  times* 
When  I  beheld  thy  face  ; 

My  fpirit  fearch'd  for  fecret  crimes 

Which  might  withhold  thy  grace. 

6  I  call'd  thy  mercies"  to  my  mind 
Which  I  enjoy 'd  before  ; 

And  will  the  Lord  bo  more  be  kind  r 
His  face  appear  no  more  ? 

7  Will  he  for  ever  caft  me  off  ; 
His  promife  ever  fail  ? 

Has  he  forgot  his  tender  love  ? 
Shall  anger  ilill  prevail  ? 

8  But  I  forbid  this  hopelefs  thought, 
This  dark  defpairing  frame, 

Rememb'ring  what  thy  hand  hath  wrought  .5 
Thy  hand  is  flill  the  fame. 

9  I'll  think  again  of  all  thy  ways, 
And  talk  thy  wonders  o'er  ; 

Thy  wonders  of  recovering  grace, 
When  fkm  could  help  no  more. 

10  Grace  dwells  with  juftice  on  the  throne, 
And  men  who  love  thy  word 

Have  in  thy  fanftuary  known 
The  counfels  of  the  Lord. 


N  ?  S  A  L  M 


146    PSALM     LXXVIL 

PSALM     LXXVII.       Second  Part. 
Ccmfort  derived  from  ancient  providences  ;   or,   If 
rael   delivered    from   Egypt,     and  brought      to 
Cav.aan. 

\  "  TJT  O  W  awful  is  thy  chaining  rod  V* 

t  J[     (May  thy  own  children  fay) 
te  The  great,  the  wife  the  dreadful  God  I 
"  How  holy  is  his  way  I . 

2  I'll  meditate  his  works  of  old  ; 
The  King  who  rains  above  ; 

I'll  hear  his  ancient  wonders  told, 
And  learn  to  truft  his  love. 

3  Long  did  the  houfe  of  Jofeph  lie 
With  Egypt's  yoke  oppreft  ; 

Long  he  delay'd  to  hear  their  cry, 
Nor  gave  his  people  reft. 

4  The  fons  of  good  old  Jacob  feem'4 
Abandon'd  to  their  foes  : 

But  his  almighty  arm  redeem'd 
The  nation  which  he  chofe. 

5  Ifr'el  his  people  and  his  fheep, 
Mtft  follow  where  he  calls  ; 

He  bade  them  venture  through  the  deep> 
And  made  the  waves  their  walls. 

£  The  waters  favv  thee,  mighty  God  ! 

The  waters  faw  thee  come  ! 
Backward  they  fled,  and  frighted  flood, 

To  make  thine  armies  room. 

y  Strange  was  thy  journey  through  the  fea4 

Thy  footfteps,  Lord,  unknown  ! 
Terrors  attend  the  wond'rous  way 

Which  brings  thy  mercy  down. 
[8  Thy  voice  with  terror  in  the  found 

Thro'  clouds  and  darknefs  broke  ; 
All  heav'n  in  lightning  (hone  around, 

•And  earth  with  thunder  lhook.  9  Thine 


PSALM    LXXVIII.      147 

9  Thine  arrows  through  the  fey  were  hurl'd  i 
How  glor'cus  is  the  Lord  1 

Surprife  and  trembling  feiz'd  the  world, 
And  humbled  faints  ador'd. 

10  He  gave  them  water  from  the  rock  ; 
And  iafe,  by  Mofes'  hand 

Thro'  a  dry  defart  led  his  flock 
Home  to  the  promis'd  land.] 

PSALM     LXXVIII.    Firft  Pari. 

Providences  of  God  recorded   ;  or,  pious  education 
and  injlruciion  of  children* 

j   T     E  T  children  hear  the  mighty  deeds 
§  j     Y^hich  God  perform'd  of  old  5 

Which  in  our  younger  years  we  faw, 
And  which  our  fathers  told. 

2  He  bids  us  make  his  glories  known, 
His  works  of  pow'r  and  grace  : 

And  we'll  convey  his  wonders  down 
Thro'  ev'ry  riling  race. 

3  Our  lips  fhall  tell  them  to  our  fons, 
And  they  again  to  theirs, 

That  generations  yet  unborn 

May  teach  them  to  their  heirs.   • 

4  Thus  fnall  they  learn,  in  God  alone 
Their  hope  fecurely  ftands, 

That  they  may  ne'er  forget  his  works, 
But  practice  his  commands. 

PSALM     LXXVIII.     Second  Part. 
JfraeVs  rebellion  and  punijhment  ;  or,    the  Jins  and 

chafifements  of  God's  people* 

1    f*\  What  a  friffrebell'ous  houfe 
\J    Wras  Jacob's  ancient  race  ! 
\Falfe-to  their  own  moil  folemn  vows, 
And  t©  their  Maker's  grace. 

"N  2  2  They 


I4«     PSALM    LXXVIIL 

2  They  broke  the  covenant  of  his  love, 
And  did  his  laws  defpife, 

Forgot  the  works  he  wrought  to  prove 
His  pow'r  before  their  eyes. 

3  They  faw  the  plagues  on  Egypt  light 
From  his  revenging  hand  : 

What  dreadful  tokens  of  his  might 
Spread  o'er  the  ftubborn  land  ! 

4  They  faw  him  cleave  the  mighty  fea, 
.   And  march' d  in  fafety  through, 

With  wat'ry  walls  to  guard  their  way, 
'Till  they  had  'fcap'd  the  foe. 

5  A  wond'rous  pillar  mark'd  the  road, 
Compos'd  of  made  and  light  ; 

By  day  it  prov'd  a  melt'ring  cloud, 
A  leading  .fire  by  night. 

6  He  from  the  rock  their  thirft  fupply'd  ; 
The  gufhin-g  waters  fell  ; 

And  ran  in  rivers  by  their  fide, 
A  conitant  miracle  1 

7  Yet  they  provok'd  the  Lord  mod  high. 

And  dar'd  diftruft  his  hand  ; 
Can  he  ~vith  bread  vur  bofi  /apply » 
Amidjl  this  de/art  land  ? 

%  The  Led,  with  indignation  heard. 

And  caus'd"  his  «frat;h  to  flame  ; 
His  terrors  ever  ftand  prepared 

To  vindicate  hi 5  n-ame. 

•      PSALM     LXXVIII.      Third  Fart. 

The  puniJBmthi  0/  luxury   end  intemperance  ;  or> 
chajlifcmtnt  and jal-vathri: 

X    IT/  HEN  I/r'el  fins,  the  Lord  reproves, 

\  V       And  fills  their  hearts  with  dread, 
Yet  he  forgives  the  men  he  loves, 
And  fends  them  heav'niy  Uread. 

2  He 


PSALM    LXXVIIL     149 

2  He  fed  them  with  a  lib'ral  hand, 
And  made  his  treafures  known  ; 

He  gave  the  midnight  clouds  command 
To  pour  provision  down. 

3  The  manrfa,  like  a  morning  fhow'r, 
Lay  thick  around  their  feet  ; 

The  corn  of  heav'n,  fo  light,  fo  pure, 
As  tho'  'twere  angeis  meat. 

4  But  they  in  murm'ring  language  faid<» 
"  Manna  is  all  our  feaft,   ' 

te  We  loath  this  light,  this  airy  bread  ; 
"  We  mufthave  flefh  to  tafle." 

5  <<  Ye  jhall  have fiejh  to  phafe your  luft?* 
The  Lord  iv,  wrath  reply'd  ; 

And  lent  them  quails  like  fand  or  duft, 
Keap'd  up  from  fide  to  fide. 

6  He  gave  them  all  their  own  defire  ; 
And  greedy  as  they  fed, 

His  veng'ance  burnt  with  fecret  fire, 
And  imote  the  rebels  dead. 

7  When  fome  were  {lain,  the  reft  return'd. 
And  fought  the  Lord  with  tears  : 

Under  the  rod  they  fear'd  and  mourn'd^ 
But  foon  forgot  their  fears. 

3  Oft  he  chaftis'd,  and  ftill  forgave, 

'Till  by  his  gracious  hand 
The  nation  he  refolv'd  to  fave 

Poffefs'd  the  promis'd  land. 

PSALM     LXXVIIL     Fourth   Part. 

Barckjliding  and  forgivenefs  ;  or,  Jin  punijbed ',  and 
faints  ja-ved. 

I   f^\  RE  AT  God,  how  oft  did  IfSel  prove^ 

\_J   J8y  turns,  thine  anger  and  thy  love  r 
There,  in  a  glafs,  our  hearts  may  fee 
How  fickle  and  how  fal-fe  they  be. 

K  3  2  How 


15*      PSALM    LXXX'. 

2  How  foon  th«  fatthlefs  Jews  forgot 
The  dreadful  wonders  God  had  wrought  L 
Then  they  provoke  him  to  his  face, 

Nor  fear  his  pow'r,  nor  trurt  his  grace. 

3  The  Lord  confum'd  their  years- in  pain, 
And  made  their  travels  long  and  vain  ; 
A  ted'cus  march,  through  unknown  ways', 
Wore  out  their  ftrength  and  fpent  their  dzyz, 

4  Oft  when  they  faw  their  brethren  flain, 
They  mourn'd,  and  fought  the  Lord  again  £ 
Caii'd  him  the  rock  of  their  abode, 

Their  high  Redeemer  and  their  God. 

5  Their  prayers  and  vows  before  him  rife 
As  fiatt'ring  words  or  folemn  lies, 
While  their  rebellious  tempers  prove 
Falfe  to- hi-s  cov'nant  and  his  love. 

6, Yet  did  hi^fov'reign  grace  forgfve 
The  men  who  not  deierv'd  to  live  ; 
His  anger  oft  away  he  turn'd, 
Or  elfe  with  gentle  flame  it  burn'd. 

7  He  fawtheir  ITefh  was  weak  and  frail,. 
He  faw  temptation  frill  prevail  : 

The  God  of  Atf^bam  lov'd'them-  iVAl, 

And  led  them  to  his  holy  hill. 

P  Qr  A  L  M      LXXX. 

The  church's  prayer  under  affiidicn  ;.  or,     the  vine 

yard  of  God  ivaftcd, 

1  f^    REAT    Shepherd  cf  thine  Ifraxl  I 
\JJ  Who  did'il  between  the  cherubs  dweiL 

Andled  the  tribes,  thy  chofen  fheep, 
Safe  thro'  the  defart  and  thedeep. 

2  Thy  church  is  in  the  defart  new  ; 
Shine  from  on  high,  and  guide  us  through  ; 
Turn  us  to  thee,  thy  love  reflore, 

We  (hall  be  fav'd,  and  ugh  no  a*cre  ! 

3  Great 


PSAL  M    LXXXI.        rgA 

3  Great  God,  whom  heav'nly  hofts  obey,. 
How  long  {hall  we  lament  and  pray  ? 
And  wait  in  vain  thy  kind  return  r 

How  long  {hall  thy  fierce  anger  burn  f 

4  In&ead  of  wine  and  ehsarful  bread,. 
Thy  faints  with  their  own  tears  are  fed- 5 
Turn  us  to  thee,  thy  love  reftore  ; 

We  feail  be  fav'd,  and  &gh  no  more  1 

F    A     U     S     E       I. 

5  Haft  thou  not  planted,  with  thine  hands* 


A  lovely  vine  in  Heathen  land 
Did  not  thy  pow'r  defend  it  round, 
And  heav'nly  dews  enrich  the  ground  ? 

6  How  did  the  fpreading.  branches  fhoos  j 
And  bid's  the  nations  with  the  fruit  I 
But  now,  dear  Lord,  look  down  and  fee 
Thy  mourning  vine,  that  lovely  tree  I 

7  Why  is  its  beauty  thus  defac'd  ? 
Why  haft  thou  laid  her  fences  wafte  ? 
Strangers  and  foss  againft  her  join  ^ 
A^nd  ev'ry  bead  devours  the  vine  r 

2  Return,  almighty  God,  return  ; 
Nor  let  thy  bleeding  v'neyard  mourn  ; 
Turn  us  to  thee,  thy  love  reSore  : 
We  mail  be  fav'd,  and  £gli  no  more  I 

?    A    U   3    E        II. 

9  Lord,  when  this  vine  in  Canaan  grew* 
Thou  waft  its  ftrength  and  glory  too  1 
Attacks  in  vain  by  all  its  foes, 

'Till  the  fair  Bransb  of Promt 'fe  rofe. 

10  Fair  Branch,  ordain  ?d  of  old  to  fhoot 
From  D.Ws  flock,  from  Jacob's  root, 
Himfelf  a  noble  vine,   and  we  I 

The  lefler  branches  of  the  tree* 

II   'Tis 


152      PSALM    LXXXL 

1 1  'Tis  thy  own  Son  !  and  he  (hall  fland, 
Girt  with  thy  ftrength,  at  thy  right-hand  : 
Thy  firit-born  Son,  adorn'd  and  blefl 
With  pow*r  and  grace  above  the  reft. 

12  O  !  for  his  fake,  attend  our  cry  ; 
Shine  on  thy  churches,  leit  they  die  j 
Turn  us  to  thee,  thy  love  reftore, 
We  Thai!  be  fav'd  and  figh  no  more  ! 

PSALM     LXXXI. 

*Tke   warnings  of  God  to  bis  people  ;  or,    fpiritual 

blcjjings  and  punijh merits. 

1  Q  I  N  G  to  the  Lord  aloud, 
i3     And  make  a  joyful  noiie  j 

God  is  our  ftrength,  our  Saviour-God, 
Let  Ifrael  hear  his  voice. 

2  "  From  vile  idolatry 

tf  Preferve  my  worfhip  clean  ; 
"  lam  the  Lord  who  fet  thee  free 
"  From  ilavery  and  fin. 

3  "  Stretch  thy  deiircs  abroad, 
"  And  I'll  {bpply  them  well  ; 

"  But  if  you  will  refufe  your  Gorr, 
•«  If  Ift>el  will  rebel  ; 

4  "  I'll  leave  them,  faith  the  Lord, 
•*  To  their  own  lulls  a  prey, 

*'  And  let  them  run  the  dang'rous  road  ; 
•*  'Tis  their  own  chofen  way. 

5  "  Yet,  O  !  that  all  my  faints 
"  Would  hearken  to  my  voice  ! 

*'  Soon  I  would  eafe  their  fore  complaint?, 
"  And  bid  their  hearts  rejoice. 

6  "  While  I  deftroy'd  their  foes, 
"  I'd  richly  feed  my  flock, 

•'  And  they  fhould  tafte  the  ftream  which  flows 
•'  Ftom  their  eternal  rock." 

PSALM 


PSALM  LXXXIt.  LXXXIII.  153 

P  S  A  L  M     LXXXII. 

God  the  fv.pre.me  Governor  j  or,  magift rates  warned* 

1  A    M  O  N  G  th'  affemblies  of  the  great, 
/\    A  greater  ruler  takes  his  feat, 

Tite  God  of  heav'n,  as  Judge,  furveys 
Thofe  gods  on  earth,  and  all  their  ways. 

2  Why  will  ye  then  frame  wicked  laws  i 
Or  why  fupport  th'  unright'ous  caufe  ? 
When  will  you  once  defend  the  poor, 
That  finners  vex  the  faints  no  more  ? 

3  They  know  not,  Lord,  nor  will  they  know* 
Dark  are  the  ways  in  which  they  go  ; 
Their  name  of  earthly  gods  in  vain, 

For  they  fbali  fall  and  die  like  men. 

4  Arife,  O  Lord,  and  let  thy  Son 
PofTefs  his  univerfal  throne. 

And  rule  the  nations  with  his  rod  ; 
He  is  our  Judge,  and  he  our  God. 

PSALM     LXXXIII. 

A  complaint  againft  perfecuters* 

1  A    N  D  will  the  God  of  grace 
JT\     Perpet'a!  filence  keep  ? 

The  God  of  juftice  hold  his  peace, 
And  let  his  vengeance 'deep: 

2  Behold,  what  curled  (hares 
The  men  of  mifchief  fpread  ! 

The  men  who  hate  thy  faints  and  thee 
Lift  up  their  threatening  head. 

3  Againii  thy  hiddea  ones 
Their  counfels  they  employ, 

And  malice,  with  her  watchful  eye, 
Purfues  them  to  deftroy. 

4  The  noble  and  the  bafe 
Into  thy  paftures  leap  : 

*Xhe  lion  and  the  ffupid  sis 

Coafpire  to  vex  thy-  foeep,      -       j  «  Come 


J  54     PSALM    LXXXIV. 

5  "  Come,  let  us  join,  they  cry, 

f<  To  root  them  from  the  ground, 
<c  'Till  net  the  name  of  faints  remain, 
(<  Nor  mem'ry  mall  be  found." 

6  Almighty  God  awakes,  m 
And  cailshis  wrath  to  mind  ; 

Gives  them,  like  forelts  to  the  fire, 
Or  ftubble  to  the  wind. 

7  Convince  their  madnefs,  Lord, 
And  mak ;  them  feek  thy  name  ; 

Or  elie  Jieir  ftubbor-i  rage  confound* 
That  they  may  die  in  ihame. 

8  Then  mail  the  nations  know 
That  glorious  dreadful  word, 

Jehovah  is  thy  name  ak/ie, 
And  thou  the  fov'reign  Lord. 
PSALM     LXXXIV.     Thfi  Tart. 
The  pleafure  of  public  ^vorjbip. 

O  W  pleafant,  how  divinely  fair, 
O  Lord  of  hofis,  thy  dwellings  are  t 
With  long  defire  my  fpirit  fainjs 
To  meet  th'  afTemblies  of  thy  faints. 

2  My  flefh  would  reft  in  thine  abode, 
My  panting  heart  cries  out  for  Goo  ; 
My  God  !  rav  King  !  why  mould  1  be 
So  far  from  all  my  joys  and  thee  ? 

3  The  fparrow  choofes  where  to  reft, 
And  for  her  young  provides  a  nefl  ; 
But  will  my  God  to  fparrows  grant 
That  pleafure  which  his  children  want  ! 

4  Bleft  are  the  faints  who  fit  on  high 
Around  thy  throne  of  majefty  ; 
Thy  brightest  glories  fhine  above, 
And  all  their  work  is  praife  and  love, 
c  Bleit  are  the  fouls  who  find  a  place 

Wijthin  the  t#mple  of  thy  grace  ;  There 


PSALM    "LXXXIV.      155 

There  they  behold  thy  gentler  rays, 
And  ieek  thy  face,  and  learn  thy  praife. 

6  Bleft  are  %he  men  whofe  hearts  are  fet 
To  find  the  way  to  S ion's  gate  ; 

God  is  their  itrength  ;  and'through  the  road 
They  lean  upon  their  helper,  God. 

7  Ghearful  they  walk  with  growing  itrength, 
'Till  all  {hall  meet  in  heav'n  at  length  ; 
'Till  all  before  thy  face  appear, 

And  join  in  nobler  worfhip  there. 

PSALM     LXXXIV.     Second  Part. 
God  and  bis  church  ;  or,  grace  and  glory. 

1  -pREAT  God  attend,  while  Ztin  fings 
\JgT  The  joy  which  from  thy  prefence  fprings# 

To  fpend  one  day  with  thee  on  earth 
Exceeds  a  thoufand  days  of  mirth. 

2  Might  I  enjoy  the  meaneft  place 
Within  thy  houfe,  O  God  of  grace  !  . 
Not  tents  of  eafe,  nor  thrones  of  pow'r, 
Should  tempt  my  feet  to  leave  thy  door. 

3  God  is  our  Sun,  he  makes  our  day  I 
God  is  our  fhield  1  he  guards  our  way 
From  all  th'"affaults  of  hell  and  fin, 
iFrom  foes  without,  and  foes  within. 

4  All  needful  grace  will  God  bellow, 
And  crown  that  grace  with  glory  too  ; 
He  gives  us  all  thing-s,  and  withholds 
No  real  good  from  upright  fouls. 

5  O  God,  our  King  !  whofe  fov'reign  fway, 
The  glorious  hofts  of  heav'n  obey, 

And  devils  at  thy  prefence  flee  ; 
Bieft  is  the  man  who  trufts  in  thee. 


PSALM 


l$6     P  S  A  L  M     LXXXIV. 

P  S   A  L  U     LXXXIV.     Paraphrafed. 

Qdight  i,>.  irdinances  of  <vjorjhip  ;    or,  God  pre/ent 
in  bis  cknrcbes. 

1  T\/T  ^  ^ou*>  k°w  lovely  is  the  place 
jA JL     To  which  thy  God  retorts  ! 

'Tis  heav'n  to  fee  his  fmiling  face, 
Tho'  in  his  earthly  courts. 

2  There  the  great  Monarch  of.  the  fkies 
His  laving  povv'r  difplays, 

And  light  breaks  in  upon  our  eyes 
With  kind  and  quickening  rays. 

3  With  his  rich  gifts  the  heav'nly  dove 
Defcends  and  fills  the  place, 

While  Chriii  reveals  his  wond'rous  love, 
And  {heds  abroad  ins  .grace. 

4  There,  mighty  God,  thy  words  declare 
The  fecrets  of  thy  will  ; 

Still  we  will  feek  thy  mercy  there, 
And  fing  thy  praifes  (till. 

Pause. 

5  My  heart  and  Hem  pry  out  for  thee, 
While  far  from  thine  abode, 

When  (hall  I  tread  thy  courts  and  fes 
My  Saviour  and  my  God  ? 

6  The  fparrow  builds  herfelf  a  nelt, 
And  fufFers  no  remove  ; 

O  make  me  like  the  fparrow  bleft, 
To  dwell  but  where  I  love  ! 

7  To  fit  one  day  beneath  thine  eye, 
And  hear  thy  gracious  voice, 

Exceeds  a  whole  eternity 
Employ  M  in  carnal  joys. 

2  Lord,  at  thy  thremold  I  wouldvvait, 

While  Jeius  is  within, 
Rather  than  fill  a  throne  of  flate, 

Or  live  in  tents  of  fin  !  9  Could 


P  S  A  L  M     LXXXIV.     157 

9  Could  I  command  the  fpacious  land, 

And  the  more  boundlefs  fea, 
For  one  bleft  hour  at  thy  right-hand, 

I'd  give  them  both  away. 

P  S  AvL  M     LXXXIV. 

Lor.gir.gfor  the  bouje  of  God, 

O  R  D  of  the  worlds  above, 
How  pleafantand  how  hit 
The  dwellings  of  thy  love, 
Thy  earthly  temples  are  I 
To  thine  abode 
My  heart  afpires, 
With  warm  defires, 
To  fee  my  God. 

2,  Thefparrow  for.her  young 
With  pleafure  feeks  aneft  : 
And  wand'ring  iwallows  long 
To  find  their  wonted  reft  ; 

My  fpirit  faints 

With  equal  zeal, 

To  rife  and  dwell 

Among  thy  fain;.?, 

5  C  happy  foals  who  pray 
Where  God  appoints £q  hear 
O  happy  men  who  pay 
Their  conftant  fervice  there  \ 

They  praiie  thee  itili  ; 

And  happy  they 

Who  iove  the  way 

To  Sions  hill. 

4  They  go  from  ftrengch  to  ftrength 
Thro*  this  dark  vale  of  tears, 
'Till  each  arrives  at  length, 
'Till  each  in  heav'n  appears  : 


O 


158       PSALM     LXXXV. 

0  glor'ous  feat, 
When  God  oar  King 
Shall  thither  bring 
Oar  willing  feet. 

Pause, 

5  To  fpend  one  facred  day 
Where  God  and  faints  abide, 
Affords  diviner  joy 

Than  thoufand  days  befide  ; 
Where  God  reforts 

1  love  it  mere 
To  keep  the  door 
Than  fiiine  in  courts. 

6  God  is  cur  fun  and  fhield, 
Our  light  and  our  defence  ; 
WTith  gifts  his  hands  are  fill'd, 
We  draw  our  bleffings  thence  ; 

He  fhall  bellow 
On  Jacob's  race 
Pecul'ar  grace 
And  glory  too. 

y  The  Lord  his  people  loves  ; 
Kis  hand  no  good  withholds 
From  thpfe  his  heart  approves, 
From  pure  and  pious  fouls  : 

Thrice  happy  he, 

O  God  ofhofb, 

Whole  fpirit  truiis 

Alone  in  the?. 

PSALM     LXXXV.  ftrfiPart. 

Wait  h'g  for  an  dn/kver   to  prayer  ;  or,    deliverance 
began  a-xi  completed, 

if     ORD  thou  haft  cali'dthy  grace  to  mindi 

J_^  Thou  haft:  re  vers 'd  our  heavy  doom  : 
So  God  forgave  when  7/rV/finn'd, 
And  brought  his  wand 'ring  captives  home. 

2  Thou 


PSAL  M    LXXXVI.     159 

■t  Thou  haft  begun  to  fet  us  free, 
And  made  thy  fierceft  wrath  abate  ; 
Now  let  our  hearts  be  turned  to  thee, 
And  thy  falvation  be  complete. 

3  Revive  our  dying  graces,  Lord,  ♦ 
And  let  thy  faints  in  thee  rejoice  ; 

IVlake  known  thy  truth,  fulfil  thy  word  ; 
We  wait  for  praife  to  tune  our  voice. 

4  We  wait  to  hear  what  God  will  fay  ; 
He'll  fpeak,  and  gi«e  his  people  peace ; 
But  let  them  run  no  more  aftray, 

Left  his  returning  wrath  increafe.  •  ) 

PSALM     LXXXV.     Second  Part. 

Salvation  by  Chriji. 

X  1QALVATIO  N  is  for  ever  nigh 

£3  The  fouls  who  fear  and  truft  the  Lord  ; 

And  grace  defcending  from  en  high 
Frelh  hopes  of  glory  (hall  afford. 

2  Mercy  and  truth  on  earth  are  met, 

Since  Chrift  the  Lord  came  down  from  beaVn  \ 
By  his  obed'encefo  complete, 
jufiice  is  pleas'd,  and  peace  is  giv'n. 

3  Now  truth  and  honor  fhal!  'abound, 
Religion  dwell  on  earth  again,  -,- 
And  heav'nly  infl'ence  blefs  the  ground 
In  our  Redeemer's  gentle  reign. 

4  His  right'oufnefs  is  gone  before* 
To  give  us  free  accefs  to  God  ; 

Our  wand'ring  feet  {hall  ftray  no  more,,  - 
But  mark  his  iteps,  and  keep  the  road. 

JP  S  A  L  M     LXXXVI. 
A  general  feng  of  praife  to  God. 

I      AMONG  the  princes,  earthly  gods, 
Ji\.     Taere's  none  hath  pow'r  divine 

O  2  Nor 


i6o    PS  A  L  M     LXXXVIL 

Nor  is  their  nature,  mighty  Lord, 
Nor  are  their  works  like  thine. 

2  The  nations  thou  haft  made,  (nail  bring 
^  Their  oir'rings  round  thy  throne  : 

For  thou  alone  doit  wond'rous  things, 
For  thou  arc  God  alone. 

3  Lord,  I  would  walk  with  holy  feet  ; 
Teach  me  thine  heav'nly  ways, 

■And  my  poor  fcatter'd  thoughts  unite 
In  God  my  Father's  praife. 
J4-  Great  is  thy  mercy,  and  my  fong 
m    Shall  thofe  fweet  wonders  tell, 
How  by  thy  grace  my  finking  foul 
Rofe  from  the  deeps  of  hell. 

P   S  A  L  M     LXXXVIL 

The  church  the  birth-place  of  the  faints  ;    or,  few* 

and  Gentiles  united  i?i  the  chrifiian  church. 

1  /^  O  D  in  his  earthly  temple  lays 
VJT  Foundations  for  his  heav'nly  praife  i 

lie  likes  the  tents  of  Jacob  well, 
-But  fiill  in  Zioti  loves  to  dwell. 

2  His  mercy  vifits  ev'ry  houfe 

Which  pays  its  night  and  morning  vows  % 
Bat  makes  a  more  delightful  ftay 
Where  churches  meet  to  praife  and  pray. 

3  What  glories  were  defcrih'd  of  old  }■ 
What  wonders  are  of  Zion  told  ? 
Thou  city  of  our  God  below, 

Thy  fame  mall  Tyre  and  Egypt  know. 

4  Egypt  and  Tyre,  and  Greek  and  fezu, 
Shall  there  begin  their  lives  anew  : 
•Angels  and  men  mail  join  to  fmg 

The  hill  where  living  waters  fpring. 

5  When  God  makes  up  his  laft  account 
Of  natives,  in  his  holy  mount, 

'Twttl 


PSALM     LXXXIX.     161 

'Twill  be  an  honor  to  appear 

As  one  new-born  or  nouriftTd  there. 

PSALM     LXXXIX.     Firji  Tart. 

The   covenant   made  twiB    Chrrft    j   or,     the   true. 

David. 
i    Tfjv  O  R  ever  m  ill  my  feng  record 

jp    The  truth  and  mercy  of  the  Lord  ; 
Mercy  and  truth  for  ever  ftand 
Like  heav'n,  eftabliiVd  by  his  hand. 

2  Thus  ro  his  Son,  he  ftvare,  and  faid7 
*•  With  thee  my  eov'nant  firft  is  made, 
**  In  thee  fhall  dying  finners  live, 

*'  Glory  and  grace  are  thine  to  give. 

3  "  Be  thou  my  Prophet,  thou  my  Prieft;-: 
c<  Thy  children  (hall  be  ever  bleli  : 

*'  Thou  art  my  chofen  King  ;  thy  throne 
<<  Shall  ftand  eternal  like  my  own. 

4  ■*  There's  none  of  all  my  fons  above 
"  So  much  my  image  or  my  love  : 

€<  Celeft'al  pow'rs  thy  lubje&s  are, 

te  TKen  vvhaf  can  earth  to  thee  compare  ? 

5  ft  David,  my  fervant,  whom  I  chofe 
«•'  To  guqrd  my  flock,  to  crufh  my  foes, 
e<  And  rais*ck^iixi  to  the  Je^ijh  throne, 
*c  Was  but  a  ftiS^ow  of  my  Son." 

6  Now  let  the  church  rejoice  and  flng, 
jefus  her  Saviour  and  her  Sing  ! 
Angels  his  heav'nly  wonders ^fnovv  ! 
And  faints  declare  his  works  below  ! 

PSALM  LXXXIX.    Fir/ Pan.    Com.  M-f 

TkfaithfulnefsofGod. 
I    T\/T  Y  never-ceaiirjg  fongs  fhall  friQlv 

lYJL     The  mercies  of  the  Lord  ; 
And  make  fucceeding  ages  know 
How  faithful  is  his  word, 

•     O  3  2  The 


z6cl     V  S  A  L  M     LXXXIX, 

2  The  facred  truths  his  lips  pronounce 
Shall  firm  as  heav'n  endure  : 

.And,  if  he  fpeak  a  promife  once, 
Th'  eternal  grace  is  lure. 

3  How  long  the  race  of  David  held 
The  promis'd  Jexvijb  throne  ! 

But  there's  a  nobler  cov'nanc  feai'd 
To  David's,  greater  Son. 

4  This  feed  for  ever  mall  poHefs 
The  throne  above  the  fkies  ; 

•he  meaneit  fubjecl  of  his.  grace 
Shall  to  that  glory  rife. 

5  Lord  God  of  Hofcs,  thy  vvond'rous  ways 
Are  fung  by  faints  above, 

And  faints  on  earth  their  honors  raife 
To  thy  unchanging  love. 

P   S   A  L   M        LXXXIX.        Second  Pari. 

^be  poivcr   and  majejly   cf  God  ;   or,  reverential 
voorjhip. 

2   W  7"  IT  H  rev'rence  let  the  faints  appear, 

V  V       -^n^  bow  before  the  Lord  ; 
His  high  commands  with  rev'rence  hear, 
And  tremble  at  his  word. 

2  How  terrible  thy  glories  be; 
How  bright  thine  armies  fhine  ! 

Where  is  the  pow'r  which  vies  with  thee  ?' 
Or  truth  cempar'd  to  thine? 

3  The  Norther/:  pole  and  Southern  re£ 
On  thy  fopporting  hand  ; 

Dnrkn cfs  and  day  from  Ea/1  to  Weft 
Move  round  at  thy  command. 

4  Thy  words  the  racing  winds  contrail* 

And  rule  the  boiil'rous  dssp  1 
Thou  mak'ft  the  fteeping  billows  roll, 

The  rolling  billows  fleep. 

5  Heav'n 


FSALM    LXXXIX'.    i€$ 

5  Heav'n,  earth  and  air,  and  Tea  are  thine, 
And  the  dark  world  of  hell  ; 

How  did  thine  arm  in  veng'ance  mine 
When  Egypt  durft  rebel  ! 

6  Jaftice  and  judgment' are  thy  throne  ;..• 
Yet  wond'rous  is  thy  grace  ; 

While  truth  and  mercy  join'd  in  one 
Invite  us  near  thy  face,- 

P  S  A-  L  M:      LXXXIX.     "Third  Part. 

A'  biejftd  go/pel.  ^ 

LEST  are  the  fouls  who  hear  and  -kno^m 
The  gofpel's  joyful  found  ; 
Peace  {hall  attend  the  paths  they  go, 
And  light  their  iteps  furround  ; 

2  Their  joy  (hall  -bear  their  fpirits  up5 

Thro'  their  Redeemer's  name  ; 
His  right'oufnefs  exalts  their  hope, 

Nor  Satan  dares  condemn. 

3:  The  Lord,  our  glory  snd  defence* 

Strength  and  falvation  gives  : 
IjVel,  thy  King  for  ever  reigns, 

Thy  God  for  ever  lives  ! 

P  S  A  L  M     LXXXIX.     Fourth  Pari. 

Qhrif?  s  mediatorial  kingdom  ;     or,     his  di-vim  and 
human  nature. 

EAR  what  the  Lord  in  vifion  faid^ 
And  made  his  mercy  known  : 
tc  Sinners,  behold,  your  help  is  laid 
"  Gn  my  almighty  Son." 

2  Behold,  the  man  my  wifdom  chofe 
Among  your  mortal  race  ! 

Kis  head-  my  holy  oil  overflows, 
The  Spirit  of  my  grace. 

3  High  (hall  he  reign  on  David's  throne., 

l&y  people's  better  King-;  My 


1 64      PSALM    LXXXIX. 

My  arm-fnall  beat  his  rivals  down, 
And  itill  new  fubje&s  bring. 

4  My  truth  fhall  guard  him  in  his  way, 
With  mercy  by  his  fide  ; 

While,  in  my  race,  thro'  earth  and  fear 
He  fhall  in  triumph  ride. 

5  Me  for  his  Father  and  his  God, 
He  mall  for  ever  own  ; 

Call  me  his  Rock,  his  high  abode, 
And  I'll  fupport  my  Son. 

*My  firfl-born  Son  array 'd  in  grace., 
At  my  right-hand  fhall  fit  ; 
Beneath  him  angels  know  their  place. 
And  monarchs,  at  his  feet. 

7  My  cov'nant  {lands  for  ever  fall, 

My  promifps  are  flffong  ; 
Firm  as  the  heav'ns-  hrs  throne  (hall  lafr, 

His  feed  endure  as  long. 

PSALM     LXXXIX.    Fifth  Pan. 

The  covenant  of  grace    unchangeable  j or,  afJUfiioK 
isitbout  rejection. 

1  17  E  T  (faith  the  Lord)  if  David's  race;, 

j[       The  children  of  my  Son, 
Should  break  my  laws,  abufe  my  grace, 
And  tempt  mine  anger  down, 

2  Their  fins  I'll,  vifir  with  the  rod, 
And  make  their  folly  fmart  ; 

But  I'll  not  ceafe  to  be  their  God, 
Nor  from  my  truth  depart. 

3  My  cov'nant  I.  will  ne'er  revoke, 
But  keep  my  grace  in  mind  ; 

And  what  eternal  love  hath  fpoke, 
Eternal  truth  fnail  bind. 

4  Once  have  I  f.vorn   (I  need  no  more) 

And  plcdg'd  my  holinefs,  To 


"P  S  A  L  M    LXXXIX.     i&§ 

To  leal  the  facred  promife  fure 
To  David  and  his  race. 

$  The  fun  {hall  fee  his  offspring  rife,- 

And  fpread  from  fea  to  lea  ; 
Long  as  he  travels  round  the  fides 

To  give  the  nations  day. 

6  Sure  as  the  moon  which  rules  the  nighty 

His  kingdom  mall  endure  ; 
'Till  the  fix-'-d  laws  of  made  and  light 

Shall  be  obferv'd  no  more. 

PSALM    LXXXIX.   Sixth  Parr. 

Mortality  and  hope. 

A  Funeral  Pfalm. 

'?  TJ   EMEMBER;  Lord,  our  mortal  ftate^ 
|\  How  frail  our  life,  how  fhort  the  date  I 
Where  is  the  man  who  draws  his  breath 
Safe  from  difeaie,  fecure  from  death  ? 

2  Lord,  while  we  fee  whole  nations"  diev 
Gur  flem  and  fenfe  repine  and  cry, 

"  Muft  death  for  ever  rage  and  reign  ! 
"  Or  haft  thou  made  mankind  in  vain  ? 

3  Where  is  thy  promife  to  the  juft  ? 
Are  not  thy  fervants  tum'd  to  dud  ? 
But  faith  forbids  thefe  mournful  fighs, 
And  fees  the  ileeping  dure  arife. 

4  That  glor'ous  hour,  that  dreadful  day 
Wipes  the  reproach  of  faints  away, 
And  clears  the  honor  of  thy  word  ! 
Awake  our  fouls,  and  blefs  the  Lord. 

PSALM    LXXXIX.     Lafi  Part. 

Life,  death y  and  the  refurrefrion. 

I  >~1pHINK,  mighty  God,  on  feeble  man  °, 
jt        How  few  his  hours  !  how  fhort  his  fpan! 
Short  from  the  cradle  to  the  grave  1 

Who 


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Who  can  lecure  his  vital  breath 
Againft  the  bold  demands  of  death, 
With  fltill  to  fly,  or  pow'r  to  fave  ? 

2  Lord,  fhall  it  be  for  ever  faid, 
f  The  race  of  man  was  only  made 

"  For  ficknefs,  forrcw,  and  the  duft  ?'* 
Are  not  thy  Tenants,  day  by  day, 
Sent  to  their  graves  and  turn'd  to  clay  ? 

Lord,  where's  thy  kindnefs  to  the  juft  ? 

3  Haft  thou  not  promised  to  thy  Son, 
feAnd  all  his  feed,  aheav'nly  crown  ? 

But  3efh  and  fenfe  indulge  defpair  ; 
For  ever  blefTed  be  the  Lord  ! 
That  faith  can  read  his  holy  word, 

And  find  a  refurre&ion  there. 

4  Tor  ever  blefTed  be  the  Lord  ! 
Who  gives  his  faints  a  long  reward 

For  all  their  toil,  reproach  and  pain  .* 
Let  all  below,  and  all  above, 
Join  to  proclaim  thy  wond'rous  love, 

And  each  repeat  a  loud  Amen. 

PSALM    XC.     Long  Metre. 

Man  mortal)  and  God  eternal.- 
A  mournful  fong  at  a  funeral. 

5  >~|"~vHP.O'  ev'ry  age,  eternal  Goo, 

X      Thou  art  our  reft,  our  fafe  abode  : 
High  was  thy  throne,  e'er  heav'n  was  made, 
Or  earth,  thy  humble  footftool,  laid. 

2  Long  had  ft  thou  reign'd  e'er  time  began, 
Or  duft  was  fafhion'd  to  a  man  ; 

And  long  thy  kingdom  fhall  endure 
When  earth  and  time  fhall  be  no  more. 

3  But  man,  weak  man,  is  born  t©  die  ; 
Made  up  of  guilt  and  vanity  r 

Thy  dreadful  fentence,  Lord,  was  juft, 

Rtturx,  ye  Jinnsrs,  to  your  daft,  [4.  A? 


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[4.  A  tho.ufand  of  our  years  amount 
Scarce  to  a  day  in  thine  account, 
Like yeHerday^  departed  light, 
Or  the  la.Pc  watch  of  ending  night,] 

Pause. 
5  Death,  like  an  overflowing  dream, 
Sweeps  us  away  %  our  life's  a  dream  ; 
An  empty  tale  ;  a  morning  flow'r: 
Cut  down  and  wither'd  in  an  hour  : 

[6  Cur  age  to  fev'nty  years  is  fet  ; 
How  fliort  the  term  !  how  frail  the  ilate  ! 
And  if  to  eighty  we  arrive, 
We  rather  figh  and  groan  than  live. 

7  But  O  !  how  oft  thy  wrath  appears, 
And  cuts  of  cur  expected  years  ! 
Thy  wrath  awakes  our  humble  dread  : 
We  fear  that  pow'r  which  llrikes  us  dead.  J  . 

%  Teach  us,  O  Lord,  how  frail  is  man  I 
And  kindly  lengthen  out  our  fpan, 
'Till  a  wife  care  of  piety 
Fit  us  to  die,  and  dwell  with  thee. 

PSALM     XC.     FirJ}  Part.     Com.  Met. 
Man  frail  and  God  eternal. 

1  |r"\LTR  God,  our  help  in  ages  paft, 
\_J     Our  hope  for  years  to  come, 

Our  fiielter  from  the  ftorrny  blaft, 
,   And  our  eternal  home  ! 

2  Under  the  Ihadow  of  thy  throne. 
Thy  faints  have  dwelt  fecure  ; 

Sufficient  is  thine  arm  alone, 
And  our  defence  is  fare. 

3  Before  the  hills  in  order  ftood, 
Or  earth  received  her  frame, 

From  everlafling  thou  art  God> 
To  endlefs  years  the  fame, 

4  ThX 


56S  PS  A  L  M    XC 

4  Thy  word  commands  our  fiefh  to  du£# 
Return,  ye  Jons  of 'men  ; 

All  nations  rofe  from  earth  at  £rft, 
And  turn  to  earth  again. 

5  A  thouiand  ages  in  thy  light 
Are  like  an  ev'ning  gone  ; 

jBhort  as  the  watch  which  ends  the  night 
Before  the  rifing  fun. 

[6  The  bufy  tribes  of  Mem  and  blood, 

With  all  their  lives  and  care?, 
Are  carry 'd  downwards  by  the  flood, 

And  loft  i  it  foil' wing  years. 

-7  Time,  like  an  ever-rolling  ibeam, 

Bears  all.  its  ions  away  ; 
They  fly,  forgotten,  as  a  dream 

Dies  at  the  op'ning  day. 

8  Like.flow'ry  fields  the  nations  ftand, 

Pleas'd  with  the  morning  light  ■; 
The  flovv'rs  beneath  the  mower's  hand, 

Lie  with'ring  e'er  'tis  night.] 

f)  Our  God,  our  help  in  ages  paft, 

Oar  hope  for  years  to  come  ! 
ISarhou  oar  guard  while  troubles  laft, 

And  oar  eternal  home. 

PSALM     XC.       Second  Pari. 

infirmities  and  morality  the  effect  of  fin  ;  or,    life, 
cU  age,  and  preparation  for  death. 

1  "T     ORD,  if  thine  eyes  furvey  our  faults, 
jL_^     And  iuilice  grow  fevere, 

Thy  dreadful  wrath  exceeds  our  thoughts, 
And  barns  beyond  our  fear. 

2  Thine  anger  turns  our  frame  to  daft  ; 
By  one  offence  to  thee, 

JJam,  with  all  h'»s  fons,  have  loli 

Their  immortality.  3  Life 


PSALM    XC.  169 

5  Life,  like  a  vain  amufement,  flies, 

A  fable  or  a  long  ; 
By  fwift  degrees  our  nature  dies, 

Nor  can  our  joys  be  long. 

4  'Tis  but  a  few  whofe  days  amount 

To  three  fcore  years  and  ten  ; 
And  ail  beyond  that  ftiort  account 

Is  forrow,  toil  ap.d  pain. 
[5  Our  vitals,  with  labour'ous  ftrife. 

Bear  up  the  crazy  load  ; 
And  drag  thofe  poor  remains  of  life 

Along  the  tirefome  road.] 

-6  Almighty  God,  reveal  thy  love, 
And  not  thy  wrath  alone  ; 

0  let  our  fweet  exper'en-ce  prove 
The  mercies  of  thy  throne  I 

-7  Our  fouls  would  learn  the  heav'niy  art 

T'  improve  the  ;hours  we  have  ; 
That  we  may  aft  the  wifer  part, 

And  live  beyond  the  grave. 

PSALM     XC.     Third  Pari. 
'Breathing  after  hea-xien. 

1  TJ  E  T  U  R  N,  O  God  of  Iovq,  return  \  '     ' 
Jf  \^     Earth  is  a  tirefome  place  ; 

How  long  mall  we,  thy  children,  mourn 
Our  abfence  from  thy  face  ? 

2  Let  heav'n  fucceed  our  painful  years., 
Let  fin  and  forrow  ceafe  ; 

Let  mercy  wipe  away  our  tears, 
And  make  our  joys  increafe. 

3  Thy  wonders  to  thy  fervants  mow, 
Make  thy  own  work  complete  ; 

Then  mall  our  fouls  thy  glory  know, 
And  own  thy  love  was  great. 

P  4  Then, 


t/o     PS  A  L  M     XC.  XCL 

4  Then  fhall  we  fhine  before  thy  throne 

In  all  thy  beauty,  Lord  ; 
And  the  poor  fervice  we  have  done 

Meet  undefsrv'd  reward. 

PSALM    XC.     Short  Metre. 
The  frailty  and fiortnefs  of  life, 

1  T    ORD,  what  a  feeble  piece 
X_y     Is  this  our  mortal  frame  ! 

Our  life,  how  poor  a  trifle  'tis, 
Which  fcarce  deferves  the  name  I 

2  Alas  !  the  brittle  clay 
Which  built  our  body  £rfl  ! 

And  ev'ry  month,  and  ev'ry  day 
'Tis  mould'ring  back  to  dull. 

3  Our  moments  fly  apace, 
Nor  will  our  minutes  (lay  ; 

Juft  like  a  flood,  our  hall/  days 
Are  keeping   us  away. 

4  Well,  if  our  days  mull  fly, 
We'll  keep  their  end  in  fight  ; 

We'll  fpend  them  all  in  wifdem's  way, 
And  let  them  [peed  their  flight. 

5  They'll  waft  us  fooner  o'er 
This  life's  tempeiVcus  fea  : 

Soon  we  fnall  reach  the  peaceful  fhore 
Of  bleft  eternity. 

P  S  A  L   M     XCL   Firjl  Part. 
Safety  in  public  difeafes  and  clanger:. 

1  TJ  E  who  hath  made  his  refuge,  God, 
\  J_  Shall  find  a  moftfecure  abode  ; 

Shall  walk  all  day  beneath  his  ihade, 
And  there  at  night- frlall  reft  his  head. 

2  Then  will  I  fay,  ".  My  God,  thy  pew'r 
ci  Shall  be  ray  fortrefs  and  ray  tow'r  ; 


PSALM     XCL  171 

tf  I  who  am  form'd  of  feeble  duft, 

"  Make  thine  almighty  arm  my  trail." 

3  Thrice  happy  man  !  thy  Maker's  care 
Shall  keep  thee  from  the  fowler's  mare  I 
Satan  the  fowler,  who  betrays 
Unguarded  fouls  a  thoufand  ways. 

4  Juft  as  a  hen  protects  her  brood 

(From  birds  of  prey  which  feek  their  blood) 
Under  her  feathers,  {o  the  Lord 
Makes  his  own  arm  his  people's  guard,. 

5  If  burning  beams  of  noon  confpire 
To  dart  a  peirilential  iire, 

God  is  their  life  ;  his  wings  are  fpread 
To  fhield  them  with  an  healthful  made, 

6  If  vapours,  with  malignant  breath, 
Rife  thick,  and  fcatter  midnight  death* 
Ifr'el  is  fafe  :  the  poifon'd  air 

Grows  pure,  if  IjVeVs  God  be  there. 

Pause. 

7  What  tho'  a  thoufand  at  thy  iide  > 
At  thy  right-hand  ten  thoufand  dy'*d»5 
Thy  God  his  choien  people  faves 
Among  the  dead,  amidit  the  graves* 

8  So  when  he  fent  his  angel  down 
To  make  his  wrath  in  Egypt  known^ 
And  flew  their  Ions,  his  careful  eye 
Pafs'd  ail  the  doors  of  Jacob  by. 

9  But  if  the  fire,  or  plague  or  fword, 
Receive  commimon  from  the  Lord, 
To  ftrike  his  faints  among  the  reft, 
Their  very  pains  and  deaths  are  bleiL 

10  Thefword,  the  pefHIence,«or  fire,, 
Shall  but  fulfil  their  bell  defire  ? 

P  2  From 


i?2  PSAL  M     XCL. 

From  fins  and  forrow  fet  them  free, 
And  bring  thy  children,  Lord,  to  thee. 

PSALM      XCL      Second  Part, 

Protection  from  death,  guard  of angels,  <vi£2orj  and 
deliverance. 

1  XT  E  Tons  of  men,  a  feeble  race, 

J[        Expos 'd  to  ev'ry  fn&re, 
Come,  make  the  Lord  your  dwelling  plase^ 
And  try,  and  trcithis  care. 

2  No  ill  (hall  enter  where  you  dwell  ; 
Or,  if  the  plague  come  nigh, 

And  (weep  the  wicked  down  to  hell, 
'Twill  raiie  his  faints  en  high. 

3  He'll  give  his  angels  charge-  to  keep 
Your  feet  in  all  their  ways  ; 

To  watch  your  pillow  while  you  fleep, 
And  guard  your  happy  days. 

4  Their  hands  {hall  bear  you>  left  you  fall" 
And  dafti  agaiaft  the  llones  ; 

Are  they  not  fervants,  at  his  call, 
And  fenr  t'  attend  his  fon»  ? 

5  Adders  and  lions  ye  ffiall  tr*ad  ? 
The  tempter's  wiles  defeat ; 

He  who  hath  broke  the  ferpent's  head, 
Puts  him  beneath  your  feet. 

6  "  Becaufe  on  me  they  fet  their  love, 
"  I'll  fave  them  (faith  the  Lord) 

"  I'll  bear  their  joyful  fouls  above 
«•  Deilruclion  and  the  fv/ord. 

7  "  My  grace  (hall  anfwerwhen  they  call  ; 
"  In  trouble  I'll  be  nigh  ; 

'*  My  yow'r  ihall  help  them  when  they  fall, 
"  And  raife  them  when  they  die. 

8  "  Thofe 


PSALM    XCIL         173 

§  <e  Thofe  who  on  earth  my  name  have  knows 

"  I'll  honor  them  in  heav'n  ; 
•■'  There  my  falvation  mail  be  fhown, 

"  And  endlefs  life  be  giv'n. 

PSALM     XCII.    Firfi  Part. 

A  Pf aim  for  the  Lord's  Day. 

i    QV/EET  is  the  work,  my  God,  my  King  ? 

>3  To  praife  thy  name,  give  thanks  and  ling  j 
To  fliew  thy  love  by  morning  light, 
And  talk  of  all  thy  truth  a:  night  1 

2  Sweet  is  the  day  of  (acred  reft  ; 

No  mortal  cares  mail  feize  ray  breaft  j 
O  may  my  heart  in  tune  be  found, 
Like  DawtPs  harp  of  folemn  found  ! 

3  My  heart  mall  triumph  in  my  Lord, 
And  blefs  his  works,  and  blefs  his  word  ; 
Thy  works  of  grace,  how  bright  they  mine  ? 
How  deep  thy  counfels  !  how  divine  1 

4  Fools  never  raife  their  thoughts  fo  high  ; 
Like  brutes  they  live  !  like  brutes  they  die  1 
Like  grafs  they  flourifh,  'till  thy  breath 
Blaft  them  in  everlafting  death  ! 

5  But  I  fhall  fhare  a  gler'ous  part. 
When  grace  hath  well  rcfin'd  my  hearty 
And  freilh  fupplies  of  joy  are  iked, 
Like  holy  oil,  to  cheer  my  head. 

6  Sin  (my  woril  enemy  before) 
Shall  vex  my  eyes  and  ears  no  more  £ 
My  inward  foes  fnall  all  be  flain, 
Nor  Satan  break  my  peace  again. 

7  Then  shall  I  fee,  and  hear  and  knew,: 
All  I  defir'd,  or  wifti'd  below; 

And  ev'ry  pow'r  find  fweet  employ 
In.  :iiat  eternal  world  of  joy » 

?S  PSALM 


174    PSALM  XCII.  XC1IL. 

PSALM        XCII.        Second  Part. 
The  Church  is  the  garden  of  God. 

1  TT    OR  D,    'tis  a  pleafant  thing  to  fiand 
1  j  In  gardens,  planted  by  thine  hand  : 

Let  me  within  thy  courts  be  Teen 
Like  a  young  Cedar,  freih  and  greerr. 

2  There  grow  thy  faints  in  faith  and  love,. 
Bleit  with  thy  infl'ence  from  above  ;< 

Not  Lebanon,  with  all  its  trees, 
Yields  fuch  a  comely  fight  as  thefe. 

3  The  plants  of  grace  ihall  ever  live  : 
(Nature  decays,  but  grace  mult  thrive) 
Time,  which  doth  all  things  elfe  impair,. 
Still  makes  them  flouriih  ftrong  and  fair. 

4  Laden  with  fruits  of  age^  they  fhew 
The  Lord  is  holy,  ju ft  and  true  : 
None  who  attend  his  gates  mail  find 
A  God  unfaithful  or  unkind. 

PSA  L.M    XCIII.     ill  Metres 

The  eternal  and fo-vereign  God. 

1  TEHOVAH  reigns  ;  he  dwells  in  light  5 
J   Girded  with  majelty  and  might : 

The  world,  created  by  his  hands* 
Still  on  its  ftrft  foundation  Hands. 

2  But  e'er  this  fpacious  world  was  madey 
Or  had  its  firft  foundations  laid, 

Thy  throne  eternal  ages  flood, 
Thy  felf  the  ever-livin-g  God, 

3  Like  floods  the  angry  nations  rife, 
And  aim  their  rage  againfl  the  ikies  ; 
Vain  floods,  which  aim  their  rage  fo  high  t 
At  thy  rebuke  the  billows  die. 

4,  For  ever  ihall  thy  throne  endure  5 

*£h%  promife  itands  for  ever  fure>.  And 


F  S  A  L  M     XCIIL       B7S 

And  everlafting  holinefs 

Becomes  the  dwelling  of  thy  grace. 

P  S  A  L.  M    XCIIL.     2d  Metre. 

[high? 

1  '  s  ^H  E  Lord  of  glory  reigns  !  he  reigns  on. 

X   His  robes  of  ftate  are  ftrength  and  majefty;. 
This  wide  creation  rofe  at  his  command  -T 
Built  by  his  word;  and  'ftablim'd  by  his  hand  :: 
Long  flood  his  throne,  e'er  he  began^ creation^ 
And  his  own  Godhead  is  the  firm  foundation*. 

2  God  is  th'  eternal  King  :  thy  foes  in  vain 
Raife  their  rebell'on  to  confound  thy  reign  : 
In  vain  the  ftorras,  in  vain  the  floods  arife, 
And  roar  and  tofs  their  waves  againft  the  feies  ? 
Foaming  atheav'n,  they  rage  with  wild  comma* 

[tion, 
Bat  heavVs  high  arches  fcorn  the  fwelfing  ocean .- 

3  Ye  tempefts  rage  no  more  !  ye  floods  be  ftill> !; 
And  the  mad  world  fubmiffive  to  his  will  : 
Built  on  his  truth,  his  church  muft  ever  ftand  : 
Firm  are  his  promifes,  and  ftrong  his  hand  :. 

See  his  own  fons,  when  they  appear  before  hima 
Mqw  at  his  foot-ftool,  and  with  fear  adore  him  ! 

PSALM    XCIIL     3d  Metre, 

1  'TpHE  Lcrd  Jehovahreigns, 

JL   And  royal  ftate  maintains, 
His  head  with  awful  glories  crovvn'd  % 

Array 'd  in  robes  of  light, 

Begirt  with  fov^reign  might* 
And  rays  of  majefty  around, 

2  Upheld  by  thy  commands 
The  world  fecurely  ftands  ; 

Jjid&ies and  Ttars.  sbey  thy  word  ; 


%j6        V  S  A  L  M     XCIV-     *> 

Thy  throne  was  nVd  on  high, 

Before  the  ilarry  iky  -r 
Eternal  is  thy  kingdom,  Lord  ! 

5  In  vain  tire  noify  crovv'd, 

Like  billows  fierce  and  loud, 
Againft  thine  empire  rage  and  roar  % 

in  vain,  with  angry  fpite, 

The  ilirly  nations  fight, 
And  daih  like  waves  againft  the  fhore, 

4  Let  Hoods  and  nations  rage, 
And  all  their  pow'rs  engage, 

Let  dwelling  tides  affault  the  Iky  ; 

The  terrors  of  thy  frown 

Shall  beat  their  madnefs  down  ; 
Thy  throne  for  ever  Hands-  on  high. 

5  Thy  promifes  are  true, 
Thy  grace  is  ever  new  ; 

There  fix'd,  thy  church  fhall  ne'er  removes 

Thy  faints  with  holy  fear 

Shall  in  thy  courts  appear, 
And  ling  thine  everlailing  love. 

PSALM     XCIV.     Firft  Part. 

Saints  chafiifedy  andfinners  dejiroyed  j   or,  Injlrtx* 

tive  ajjHEzis/n>. 

i  'TpHE    God  to  whom  revenge  bek>ng3 

JL        Proclaims  his  wrath  aloud  ; 
His  fov'reign  pow'rs  redrefs  our  wrongs, 
His  juflice  fmites  the  proud. 

2  They  fay, e<  The  Lord  nor  fees  nor  hears  ;'*" 
When  will  the  fools  be  wife  ? 

Can  he  be  deaf,  who  form'd  their  ears  ? 
Or  blind,  who  made  their  eyes  ? 

3  He  knows  their  imp'ous  thoughts  are'vain, 
And  they  IhalL  feel  his  pow'r  j; 


PSAL  M    XCIV.         17 

His  wrath  ih.all  pierce  their  fouls  with  pain, 
In  fome  furgrifihg  hour. 

4  But  when  thy  faints  defer  ve  rebukey 
Thou  haft  a  gentler  rod  ; 

Thy  providences  and  thy  book 

Shall  make  them  know  their  God* 

5  Bleft  is  the  man  thy  hands  chaftife,. 
And  to  his  duty  draw  :; 

Thy  fcourges  make  thy  children  wife, 
When  they  forget  thy  law. 

6  But  God  will  ne'er  call  off  his  faints* 

Nor  his  own  prom-ife  break  ; 
He  pardons  his  inheritance 
ForjeHy^edeemer's  fake- 


L.  M     XCIV.         Second  Part, 
Qod  our  J'upport  and  co?nfort  ;  or,    deliverance  frvm 

temptation  and  persecution, 
%   TT7H  O  will  arife  and  plead  my  right 

V V       Againft  my  numerous  foes, 
While  earth  and  hell  their  force  unite, 
And  all  my  hopes  oppofe  ? 

2  Had  not  the  Lord,  my  rock,  ray  help^ 
Suftain'd  my  fainting  head, 

My  life  had  now  in  filence  dwelt, 
My  foul  amongfl  the  dead. 

3  Alas,  mj >  jh ding  feet  I  I  cry'd, 
Thy  promife  was  my  prop  ; 

Thygrace  ftood  conftant  by  my  fide, 
Thy  fpirit  bore  me  up. 

4  While  multitudes  of  mournful  thoughts- 
Within  my  bofom  roll, 

Thy  bouadlefs  love  forgives  my  faults, 
Thy  comforts  cheer  my  foul. 

5  ?w9m 


27S         PSALM     XCV. 

5  Powers  of  iniquity  may  rife, 
And  frame  pernicious  laws  ; 

But  God,  my  refuge,  rules  the  Ikies  ; 
He  will  defend  my  caufe. 

6  Let  malice  vent  her  rage  aloud  ; 
Let  bold  blafphemers  feoff  ; 

The  Lord  our  God  will  judge  the  proud, 
And  cut  the  finners  off. 

PSALM     XCV.     Common  Metre, 
A  Pfalm  before  Prayer. 
i    Q  I  N  G  to  the  Lord  Jehovah's  name, 

v]3     And  in  his  ftrength  rejoice  ; 
When  his  falvation  is  our  theme, 
Exalted  be  our  voice. 

2  With  thanks  approach  his  awful  feat* 
And  pfalms  of  honor  £ng  ; 

The  Lord's  a  God  of  boundlefs  mighty 
The  whole  creation's  King. 

3  Let  princes  hear,  let  angels  know 
How  mean  their  natures  ieem, 

Thcfe  gods  on  high,  and  gods  below. 
When  once  compar'd  with  him. 

4  Earth,  with  its  caverns  dark  and  deep* 
Lies  in  his  fpacious  hand  ; 

He  fix'd  the  feas  what  bounds  to  keep,. 
And  where  the  hills  mull  Hand. 

5  Come,  and  with  humble  fouls-,  adore*. 
Come,  kneel  before  his  face  ; 

O  may  the  creatures  of  his  pow'r 
Be  children  of  his  grace  ! 

6  Now  is  the  time  !  he  bends  his  ear  ; 
And  waits  for  your  requeil ; 

Come,  leit  he  rouze  his  wrath,  and  fwear 
"  Ye  fhall  not  fee  my  reft." 

PSALM 


■P  S  A  L  M    XCV,         %?§ 

PSALM       XCV.     Short  Metre. 
A  Pfalm  before  Sermon. 

j    JT^i  O  M  E,  found  his  praife  abroad  5 

\_j     And  hymns  of  glory  fmg  ; 
Jehovah  is  the  fov'reign  God, 

The  univerfal  King. 

2  He  fornvd  the  deeps  unknown  ; 

He  gave  the  feas  their  bound  ; 
The  wat'ry  worlds  are  all  his  own  : 

And  all  the  iolid  ground. 

r,    Come,  worfliip  at  his  throne  ; 

Come,  bow  before  the  Lord  ; 
We  are  his  works,  and  not  our  own  s 

He  form'd  us  by  his  word. 

4  To  day  attend  his  voice  ; 
Nor  dare  provoke  his  rod  ; 

Come,  like  the  people  of  his  choice. 
And  own  your  gracious  Go  p. 

5  But,  if  your  ears  refuie 
The  language  of  his  grace, 

And  hearts  grow  hard,  like  flubborn  'Jews^ 
That  unbelieving  race. 

6  The  Lord,  in  veng'ance  dre&, 
Will  lift  his  hand  and  fwear, 

"..You  who  defpife  my  promis'd  reft, 
"  Shall  have  no  portion  there." 

PSALM     XCV.     Long  Metre. 

Canaan  loj}  through  unbelief ;  or,  a  warning  is  dep- 
loying Jinners. 

1   f^  ^  ^  E»  let  our  voices  join  to  raife 

\_j  A  facred  {bng  of  folemn  praife  :• 
Go  d  is  a  fov'reign  King  :  rehearfe 
His  honors,  in  exalted  verfc. 

2  Come 


*3g         PSAL  M     XCVi 

it  Come,  let  our  fouls  addrefs  the  Lord, 
Who  fram'd  our  natures  with  his  word  : 
He  is  our  fhepherd  ;  we  the  (beep 
His  mercy  chofe,  his  paitures  keep. 

3  Come,  let  us  hear  his  roice  to-day. 
The  counfels  of  his  love  obey  ; 

Nor  let  our  harden'd  hearts  renew 
The  fins  and  plagues  which  //rWknew. 

4  I/Sel,  who  faw  his  works  of  grace, 
Yet  tempt  their  Maker  to  his  face  ; 
A  faithiefs  unbelieving  brood, 
Who  tir'd  the  patience  of  their  God. 

5  Thus  faith  the  Lord,  "How  fzlfe  they  prove 
"  Forget  my  pow'r,  abufe  my  love  ; 

"  Since  they  defpife  my  reft.  I  fwear 
"  Their  feet  (Kail  never  enter  there.'* 

-6  Look  back,  my  foul,  with  holy  dread, 
[And  view  thofe  ancient  rebels  dead  ! 
Attend  the  offer'd  grace  to-'day, 
Norlofe  the  blefTmg  by  delay. 

7   Seize  the  kind  promife,  while  it  wails, 
And  march  to  Zions  heav'nly  gates  ; 
Believe,  and  tafce  the  promis'd  reft  ; 
Obey,  and  be  for  ever  bleit.] 

PSAL  M     XCVI.     Common  Metre, 

CbriJPsfirjl  and  feccnd  coming. 

i    QlNGto  the  Lord,  ye  diftant laads, 
^     Ye  tribes  ot  ev'ry  tongue  ; 

His  new  difcover'd  grace  demands 
A  new  and  nobler  fong. 

2  Say  to  the  nations,  Jefus  reigns» 

God's  own  almighty  Son  ; 
His  pow'r  the  finking  world  fuftains, 

Arid  «racc  furrouads  hi«  throne. 


PSALM    XCVi.         iSf 

3  Let  heav'n  proclaim  the  joyful  day, 
joy  thro'  the  earth  be  feen  ; 

Let  cities  mine  in  bright  array, 
And  fields  in  chearful  green. 

4  Let  an  unufual  joy  furprife  * 
The  iflandscf  the  fea  :  \ 

Ye  mountains  fink,  ye  vallies  rife, 
Prepare  the  Lord  his  way. 

5  Behold  !  he  comes,  he  comes  to  blefs 
The  nations  as  their  God, 

To  fliew  the  world  his  righi'oufnefs, 
And  fend  his  truth  abroad. 

6  But  when  his  voice  {hall  raife  the  dead, 
And  bid  the  world  draw  near, 

How  will  the  guilty  nations  dread 
To  fee  their  Judge  appear  ? 

PSAL  M     XCVI, 

The  God  of  the  Gentiles. 

£  T  all  the  earth  their  voices  raife 
To  fing  the  chokeft  pf&lm  of  praiie,  ' 
£To  fmg  and  blefs  Jehovah';-  name  : 
His  glory  let  the  heathen  know, 
His  wonders  to  the  nations  (how, 
And  all  his  faving  works  proclaim. 

2  The  heathens  know  thy  glory.  Lord  *  ~  * 
The  wond'ring  nations  read  thy  word  ; 

Thefe  defarts  have  Jehovah  known  j 
Cur  worfhip  (hall  no  more  be  paid 
To  gods  which  mortal  hands  have  made, 

Osr  Maker  is  our  God  alone. 

3  He  fram'd  the  globe,  he  built  the  Iky, 
He  made  the  mining  worlds  on  high, 

And  reigns  complete  in  glory  there  :    . 

Q.  His 


i8a         PSALM     XCVIL 

His  beams  are  majefty  and  light  ; 
His  beauties,  how  divinely  bright  ! 
His  temple,  how  divinely  fair  I 

4  Come,  the  great  day,  the  glorious  hour  ! 
When  earth  (hall  feel  his  faving  pow'r, 

And  barb'rous  nations  fear  his  name  ; 
Then  mall  the  race  of  man  confefs 
The  beauty  of  his  hollnefs, 

And  in  his  courts  his  grace  proclaim. 

PSALM     XCVII.  Firjl  Part. 

Cbrifi  r  signing  in  heaven,  and  coming  to  judgment* 

j    TT  E  reigns  ;  the  Lord,  the  Saviour  reigns  ; 

Jj~J^  Praiie  him  in  evangelic  {trains  ; 
Let  the  whole  earth  in  fongs  rejoice, 
Anddiitaat  ifiandsjoin  their  voice. 

2  Deep  are  his  ccunfels  and  unknown  : 
But  grace  and  truth  fupport  his  throne  : 
Tho'  gloomy  clouds  his  ways  furrouud, 
Juitice  16  their  eternal  ground. 

3  In  robss  of  judgment,  io  1  he  comes  ; 
Shakes  the  wide  earth,  and  cleaves  the  tombs  : 
Before  him  burns  devouring  fire, 

The  mountains  melt,  the  feas  retire  ! 

4  His  enemies  with  fore  difmay 

Flee  from  the  fight,  and  fnun  the  day  : 
Then  lift  your  heads,  ye  faints,  on  high, 
And  fing,  for  your  redemption's  nigh  ! 

PSALM     XCVII.        Second  Part. 
Cbrijfs  i near n at ion. 

I  AT^HE  Lord  is  come,  the  heav'ns  proclaim 
\^     His  birth  ;  the  nations  learn  his  name  ; 
An  unknown  itar  directs  the  road 
Of  Enftem  fages  to  their  Go e . 

2  All 


F  SALM    XCVIL        183 

2  All  ye  bright  armies  of  the  Ikies, 
Go,  wcrmip  where  the  Saviouj  lies  ; 
Angels  and  kings  before  him  bow, 
Thofe  gods  on  high,  and  gods  below, 

3  Let  idols  totter  to  the  ground, 
And  their  own  worfhippers  confound  : 
But  Judah  foout,  but  Si  on  fing, 

And  earth  confefs  her  fov'reign  King. 

PSALM     XCVIL     Third  Part. 
Grace  and  Glory. 

1  /"T~S  H*  Almighty  reigns  exalted  high 

X    O'er  all  the  earth,  o'er  all  the  fky  : 
Tho'  clouds  and  darknefs  veil  his  feet, 
His  dwelling  is  the  mercy-feat. 

2  O  ye  who  love  his  holy  name. 
Hate  ev'ry  work  of  fin  and  marrue  5 
He  guards  the  fouls  of  all  his  friends, 
And  from  the  fnares  of  hell  defends. 

3  Immortal  light,  and  joys  unknown, 
Are  for  the  faints  in  darknefs  fown  ; 
Thofe  glor'ous  feeds  mall  fpring  and  rife., 
And  the  bright  harveft  blefs  our  eyes. 

4  Rejoice,  ye  right'ous,  and  record 
The  facred  honors  of  the  Lord  ; 
None  but  the  foul  who  feels  his  grace 
Can  triumph  in  his  hoiinefs. 

PSALM    XCVIL     Common  Metre, 

Chrifi^s  incarnation ,  andthelajl  judgment* 

I   T7  E  iflands  of  the  Northern  -fea, 

1       Rejoice,  the  Saviour  reigns  ; 
His  word,  like  fire,  prepares -his  way, 
And  mountains  melt  to  plains. 

Q^2  z  flis 


i84        PSALM     XCVII1. 

2  His  prefence  finks  the  proudeft  hills, 
And  makes  the  vallics  rife  ; 

The  humble  foul  enjoys  his  fmiles, 
The  haughty  fmner  dies. 

3  The  heav'ns  his  rightful  pow'r  proclaim  ; 
The  idol  .gods  around 

Fill  their  own  vvorihippers  with  ihame, 
Av.\  totter  to  the  ground. 

4  Adoring  angels,  at  his  birth, 
Made  the  Redeemer  known  ; 

Tnus  mall  he  come  to  judge  the  earth, 
And  angels  guard  his  throne. 

5  Hrs  foes  mail  tremble  at  his  fight, 
And  hills  and  feas  retire  : 

His  children  take  their  unknown  Sight, 
And  leave  the  world  on  fire. . 

6  The  feeds  of  joy  and  glory  fown 
For  faints  in  darknefs  here, 

Shall  rife  and  fpring  in  worlds  unknown, 
And  a  rich  harveit  bear. 

P  S  A  L  M     XCVIIL     FirJI  Part. 

Pr aife  for  the  gofpel. 

1  /~JT*i  O  our  almighty  Maker,  God, 

Jt        New  honors  be  addrefi  : 
His  great  fa  Ivation  mines  abroad, 
And  makes  the  nations  bieft. 

2  He  fpake  the  word  to  Abrcfm  firft, 
His  truth  fulfils  his  grace  ; 

The  Gentiles  make  his  name  their  trull, 
And  learn  his  right'oufnefs. 

3  Let  the  whole  earth  his  love  proclaim 
With  all  her  diff'rent  tongues  ; 

.And  fpread  the  honors  of  his  name 
in  melody  and  fongs. 

PSALM 


FSALM   XCTIII.  XC1X.    1S5 

PSALM     XCVIII.     Second  Part. 
The  Meffiab's  coming  and  kingdom. 

1  TOY  to  the  world  ;  the  Lord  is  come  I 

Let  earth  receive  her  King  : 
Let  ev'ry  heart  prepare  him  room, 
And  heav'n  and  nature  fing. 

2  Joy  to  the  earth,  the  Saviour  reigns  ! 
Let  men  their  fongs  employ  ; 

While  £elds  and  floods,  rocks,  hills  and  plains^ 
Repeat  the  founding  joy. 

3  No  more  let  fins  and  forrows  grow, 
Nor  thorns  infeft  the  ground  ; 

He  comes  to  make  his  blemngs  flow, 
Far  as  the  curfe  is  found. 

4  He  ru'es  the  world  with  truth  and  grace, 
And  makes  the  nations  prove 

The  glories  of  his  right'oufnefs, 
And  wonders  of  his  love. 

PSALM     XCIX.    Firji  Pari. 

Cbriji's  kingdom  and  majefy. 

1  ^pHE  God  Jehovah  reigns, 

i        Let  all  the  nations  fear, 
Let  finners  tremble  at  his  throne, 
And  faints  be  humble  there. 

2  Jefus  the  Saviour  reigns  ! 
Let  earth  adore  its  Lord  ; 

Bright  cherubs  his  attendants  ftancf, 
Swift  to  fulfil  his  word, 

3  In  Zion  is  his  throne. 
His  honors  are  divine  ; 

His  church  mall  make  his  wonders  known  % 
Fox  there  his  glories  mine. 

CL3  #  How 


1 86     PSALM    XCIX.  C. 

4  How  holy  is  his  name  ! 

How  terrible  his  praife  ! 
JulHce  and  truth,  and  judgments  join 

In  all  his  works  of  grace. 

PSALM     XCIX.     Second  Part. 
A  holy  God  -juorjhipped  with  reverence, 

1  T^  X  A  L  T  the  Lord  our  Go;;, 
\2j     And  worfhip  at  his  feet  ; 

His  nature  is  all  holinefs, 
And  mercy  is  his  feat. 

2  When  Ifr'el  was  his  church,. 
When  Aaron  was  his  prieit, 

When  Mofes  cry'd,  when  Samuel  pray'd> 
He  gave  his  people  reft. 

3  Ofc  he  forgave  their  fins, 
Nor  would  deftroy  their  race  % 

And  oft  he  made  his  veng'ance  knowrj 
When  they  abused  his  grace. 

4  Exalt  the  Lord  our  God, 
Whoie  grace  is  ftilr  the  fame  ; 

Still  he's  a  God  of  holinefs, 
And  jealous  for  his  name. 

PSA1M     C.     Firft  Metre, 

A  plain  tranjlation* 
Praife  to  our  Creator . 

1  T7  E  nations  round  the  earth  rejoice 

\  Before  the  Lord,  your  fov'reign  King  3 
Serve  him  with  chearful  heart  and  voice, 
With  all  your  tongues  his  glory  fing. 

2  The  Lord  is  God  ;   tis  he  alone 
Doth  life,  and  breath,  and  being  give  ; 
We  are  his  work,  and  not  our  own  ; 
The  iheep  which  on  his  paftures  live. 

3  Ente* 


PSALM     C.  m* 

3  Enter  his  gates  with  Tongs  of  joy, 
With  praifes  to  his  courts  repair, 
And  make  it  your  divine  employ, 
To  pay  year  thankful  honors  there. 

4  The  Lord  is  good  ;  the  Lord  is  kind  ; 
Great  is  his  grace,  his  mercy  fure  ; 
And  the  whole  race  of  man  mall  find 
His  truth  from  age  to  age  endure. 

PSALM     C.     Second  Metre. 
A  Paraphrafe. 

1  Q  I  N  G  to  the  Lord  with  joyful  voice  ; 
3^5  Let  ev'ry  land  his  name  adore  ; 

America  mail  lend  the  noiie 
Acrofs  the  ocean  to  the  more. 

2  Nations  attend  before  his  throne 
With  folemn  fear,  with  iacred  joy  ; 
Know  that  the  Lord  is  God  alone  : 
He  can  create,  and  he  deliroy. 

3  His  fov'reign  pow'r,  without  our  aid, 
Made  us  of  clay  and  form'd  us  men  : 

And  when,  like  wand'ring  meep,  we  flray'cl, 
He  brought  us  to  his  fold  again. 

4  We  are  his  people,  we  his  care, 
Our  fouls,  and  all  our  mortal  frame  ; 
What  lafting  honors  fhall  we  rear, 
Almighty  Maker,  to  thy  name  r 

5  We'll  crowd  tlay  gates  with  thankful  fongs., 
High  as  the  heav'ns  our  voices  raife  ; 

And  earth  with  her  ten  thoufand  tongues 
Shall  fill  thy  courts  with  founding  praxfe* 

6  Wide  as  the  world  is  thy  command, 
Va(t  as  eternity  thy  love  ; 

Firm  as  a  rock  thy  truth  muft  ftand, 
When  rolling  years  fhall  ceafs  to  move. 

PSAL  M 


lU  PSALM     CI. 

PSALM     CI.     Long  Metre. 

The  magiftrate's  pfalm. 

1  "Tl/TE  R  C  Y  and  judgment  are  my  fong? 
J.V1.  Anc*  **lnce  they  Dotn  to  thee  belong, 

My  gracious  God,  my  right'ous  King, 
To  thee  my  fongs  and  vows  I  bring. 

2  If  I  am  rais'd  to  bear  the  fword, 
I'll  take  my  counfels  from  thy  word  ; 
Thy  juftice  and  thy  heav'nly  grace 
Shall  be  the  pattern  of  my  ways. 

3  Let  wifdom  all  my  actions  guide, 
And  let  my  God  with  me  refide  ; 
No  wicked  thing  fhall  dwell  with  me 
Which  may  provoke  thy  jealoufy. 

4  No  fons  of  flander,  rage  and  llrife 
Shall  be  compan'ons  of  my  life  ; 
The  haughty  look,  the  heart  of  pride, 
Within  my  doors  fhall  ne'er  abide. 

[5  I'll  fearch  the  land,  and  raife  the  juft 
To  ports  of  honor,  wealth  and  truft  ; 
The  men  who  work  thy  holy  will, 
Shall  be  my  friends- and  fevYites  ftill.] 

6  In  vain  fhall  finners  hope  to  rife 
By  flatt'ring  or  malicious  lies  ; 
And  while  the  innocent  I  guard, 
The  bold  offender  ihan't  be  fpar'J. 

7  The  imp'ous  crew,  that  factious  band, 
Shall  hide  their  heads,  or  quit  the  land  ; 
And  all  who  break  the  public  t 
Where  I  have  power,  fnall  be  fapi 

PSALM     CI.     Common   Metrfc. 

A  pfalm  fir  a  maf- 

I    f^\  F  juftice  and  of  grac-    : 

\J    And  pay  m>  vs  ; 


PSALM     CII.  189 

Let  grace  and  jufticc,  heav'nly  King, 
Teach  me  to  rule  my  houfe. 

3  New  to  my  tent,  O  God,  repair, 

And  make  thy  fervant  wife  : 
To  HifFer  nothing  near  me  there 

Which  fhall  offend  thine  eyes. 

3  The  man  who  doth  his  neighbor  wrongs 
By  falfhood  or  by  force, 

The  fcornful  eye,  the  fland'rous  tongue, 
I'll  thruft  them  from  my  doors. 

4  I'll  feek  the  faithful  and  the  juft, 
And  will  their  help  enjoy  ; 

Thefe  are  the  friends  whom  I  fhall  trull, 
The  fervants  I'll  employ. 

5  The  wretch  who  deals  in  fly  deceit, 
I'll  not  endure  a  night  : 

The  liar's  tongue  I'll  ever  hate, 
And  banifh  from  my  light. 

6  I'll  purge  my  family  around, 
And  make  the  wicked  flee  ; 

So  mail  my  houfe  be  ever  found 
A  dwelling  fit  for  thee. 

PSALM     CII.    Firjl  Part, 

A  prayer  of  the  afflicted. 
1  IT  E  A  R  me,  O  Go  d  ,  nor  hide  thy  face, 

JtjL     But  anfwer,  left  I  die  : 
Halt  thou  not  built  a  throne  of  grace, 

To  hear,  when  fmners  cry  ? 

<s  My  days  are  wafted,  like  the  fmoak, 

DifToIving  in  the  air  ; 
My  ftrength  is  dry'd,  my  heart  is  broke, 

And  finking  in  defpair. 

3  My  fpirits  flag,  like  with'ring  grafs, 
Burnt  with  excelfive  heat  :  In 


19©  PSALM     CII. 

In  fecret  groans  my  minutes  pafs, 
And  I  forget  to  eat. 

4  As  on  feme  lonely  bfnlding'9  top, 
The  fparrow  tells  her  moan, 

Far  from  the  tents  of  joy  and  hope, 
I  fit  and  grieve  alone. 

5  My  foul  is  like  a  wildernefs, 
Where  beails  of  midnight  howl  ; 

There  the  fad  raven  finds  her  place, 
And  there  the  fcreaming  owl. 

6  Dark  difmal  thoughts  and  boding  fears 
Dwell  in  my  troubled  breaft  : 

While  (harp  reproaches  wound  my  ears, 
Nor  give  my  fpirit  reft. 

7  My  cup  is  mingled  with  my  woes, 
And  tears  are  my  repaft  ; 

My  daily  bread  like  afhes  grows 
Unpleaiant  to  my  tafte. 

8  Senfe  can  afford  no  real  joy 
To  fouls  who  feel  thy  frown  ; 

Lord,  'twas  thy  hand  o.dvanc'd  me  high, 
Thy  hand  hath  cafe  me  down. 

9  My  locks  like  wither'd  leaves  appear  ; 
A.nd  life's  declining  light 

Grows  faint  as  ev'ning  fhadows  are, 
WThi-. ;.  vanifli  into  night. 

10  But  thou  forever  art  the  fame, 
O  my  eternal  God  ! 

Ages  to  come  Ihall  know  thy  name, 
And  fpread  thy  works  abroad. 

11  Thou  wilt  arife,  and  (hew  thy  face, 
Nor  will  my  Lord  delay, 

Beyond  th'  appointed  hour  of  grace, 
That  long  expected  day. 

12  He 


PSALM     CIL  191 

j 2  He  hears  his  faints,  he  knows  their  cry  ; 

And  by  myfter'ous  ways, 
Redeems  the  pris'ners  doom'd  to  die, 

And  fills  their  tongues  with  praii'e. 

PSALM     CIL      Second  Part. 

Prayer  heards  and  Zien  reftored* 

1  T    E  T  Zicn  and  her  Sons  rejoice, 
I  j     Behold  the  promis'd  hour  ! 

Her  God  hath  heard  her  mourning  voice, 
And  comes  t'  exalt  his  pow'r. 

2  Her  dull  and  ruins  which  remain 
Are  precious  in  our  eyes  ; 

Thofe  ruins  {hall  be  built  again, 
And  all  that  duft  mail  rife. 

3  The  Lord  will  raife  Jeru/alem, 
And  (land  in  glory  there  ; 

Nations  mail  bow  before  his  name, 
And  kings  attend  with  fear. 

4  He  {its  a  Sov'reign  on  his  throne, 
With  pity  in  his  eyes  : 

He  hearts  the  dying  pris'ners  groan, 
And  fees  their  fighs  arife. 

5  He  frees  the  fouls  condemn'd  to  death  ; 
And  when  his  faints  complain, 

It  ihan't  be  faid  (C  that  praying  breath 
(i  Was  ever  fpencin  vain." 

6  This  {hall  be  known  when  we  are  dead, 
And  left  on  long  record, 

That  ages  yet  unborn  may  reaJ, 
And  truft  and  praife  the  Lord. 


PSALM 


192      PSALM     CIT.  CM. 

PSALM      CIT.     Third  Part, 
Man's  mortality,    and  Chrift 'j  e'ernity  :    or,    Saints 

die,  but  Chrift  and  the  Church  live. 
t    TT  is  the  Lord  our  Saviour's  hand 

J[  Weakens  our  ftrength  amidfl  the  race  5 
Diieafe  and  death,  at  his  command, 
Arreft  us,  and  cut  fhort  our  days. 

2  Spare  us,  O  Lord  !  aloud  we  pray, 
Nor  let  our  fun  go  down  at  noon  ; 
Thy  years  are  one  eternal  day, 

And  muft  thy  children  die  fo  foon  ? 

3  Yet,  in  the  midfl  of  death  and  grief, 
This  thought  our  forrow  (hall  affuage  : 
"  Our  Father  and  our  Saviour  live  ; 

t(  Chrift  is  the  fame  thro'  ev'ry  age.** 

4  'Twas  he  this  earth's  foundation  laid  ; 
Heav'n  is  the  building  of  his  hand  ; 

This  earth  grows  old,  thefe  heav'ns  mall  fade, 
And  ali  be  chang'd  at  thy  command. 

5  The  Harry  curtains  of  the  fky, 
Like  garments,  fhall  be  laid  afide  : 

£  n  i  t  i  1 1  thy  throne  (lands  firm  and  high  j 
Thy  church  for  ever  mult  abide. 

6  Before  thy  face  thy  church  mail  live, 
And  on  thy  throne  thy  children  reign  : 
This  dying  world  mail  they  furvive, 
And  the  diead  faints  be  rais'd  again. 
PSALM    CIII.    Firfi  Part.  Long  Metre. 

Blejfv?  God  for  his  goodne/s  to  foul  and  body. 

I    TJ  L  E  S  S,  O  my  foul  !  the  living  God  ; 

J3  Call  home  thy  tho'ts  which  rove  abroad  ; 
Let  all  the  pow'rs  within  me  join, 
In  work  and  worfljip  fo  divine. 

2  Blefs, 


PSALM    CUT.  193 

2  Blefs,  O  my  foul  !  the  God  of  grace  ; 
His  favors  claim  thy  highefb  praife, 
Why  mould  the  wonders  he  hath  wrought 
Be  loft  in  filence  and  forgot  ? 

3  'Tis  he,  my  foal,  who  fent  his  Sgh 
To  die  for  crimes  which  thou  hail  done; 
He  owns  the  ranfom,  and  forgives 
The  hourly  follies  of  our  lives. 

4  The  vices  ef  the  mind  ht  heals, 
And  cures  the  pains  which  nature  feels, 
Redeems  the  foal  from  hell,  and  laves 
Our  wafting  life  from  threat' ain&  graves. 

5  Our  youth  decay'd  his  pow'r  repairs; 
His  mercy  crowns  our  growing  years  : 
He  fatisfiss  cur  mouths  with  good, 
And  fills  our  hopes  with  heav'niy  food. 

6  He  fees  th'  opprefibr  and  th'  oppreS, 
And  often  gives  the  fufr'rers  veil  : 
But  will  his  jufHce  more  difplay 

In  the  iaft  great  rewarding  dav. 

[7  His  pow'r  he  fhew'd  by  Mdfsg  hands*. 
And  gave  to  Ifr*el  his  commands  ; 
But  fent  his  truth  and  mercy  down 
To  ajl  the  nations,  by  his  Son. 

8  Let  the  whole  earth  his  pow'r  cenfefs, 
Let  the  whole  earth  adore  his  grace  ; 
The  Gent  tie  With  the  Jew  mall  join 
In  work  and  worship  to  divine.] 

P  S   A  L   M        CIII.        SientJ  Part. 
God's  gentle  cbafiifiment  ;  6r,  his  tender  mercy  to  his 

t"Jt  "" 

1   qp  H  E  Lord,  how  -vond'reus  are  his  ways  I 
JL    How  firm  I1I3  truth  1  how  large  his  grace  1 


i94         PSAL  M    CHI. 

He  takes  his  mercy  for  his  throne, 

And  thence  he  makes  his  glories  known. 

2  Not  half  fo  high  his  pow'r  hath  ipread 
The  {tarry  heav'ns  above  our  head, 

As  his  rich  iove  exceeds  our  praife, 
Exceeds  the  higheft  hopes  we  raife. 

3  Not  half  fo  far  hath  nature  plac'd 
The  rifing  morning  from  the  Weft, 
As  I  ing  grace  removes 

The  daily  guilt  of  thofe  he  loves. 

4  H  >w  flowly  doth  his  wrath  arife  I 
On  Vsi-'ter  wings  falvation  flies  : 
And,  if  he  lets  his  anger  burn, 
How  foon  his  frowns  to  pity  turn  ! 

5  Amidft  his  wrath  cempamon  mines  ; 
His  ftrokes-are  lighter  than  our  fms, 
And  while  his  rjj  corrects  his  faints, 
His  ear  indulges  their  complaints. 

6  So  fathers  their  young  fons  chaftife 
With  gentle  hands  and  melting  eyes : 
The  children  weep  beneath  the  fmart, 
And  move  the  pity  cf  their  heart. 

Pause. 

7  The  mighty  Gon ,  the  wife  and  juft, 

i at  our  frame  is  feeble  dull  ; 
i  will  no  heavy  loads  impofe 
:id  the  fcrength  which  he  bellows. 

S  He  knows  how  foon  our  nature  dies, 

iich  flies  : 
J ,i':e  grafs  we  faring.,  and  die  as  foon, 
rig  flow'rs  which  fade  a:  noon. 

eternal  \o\-o  is  I 
t    t  jaiai    .  (hi  11  en  lure  : 

th  (hall  re 

Nor  :  hope  in  :. 


PSALM      CUT.         195 

?  S  A  I7M      CIII.    'Fir 7?  Part.     Snort  Metre. 

Praifs'for  fblritual  and temporal  mercies. 

Blefs  the  Lord,  my  foul  I 
Let  all  within  me  join, 
And  aid  my  tongue  to  blefs  hrs  name/ 
Whofe  favors  are  divine. 

2  O  Viefs  the  Lord,  my  foal  ! 
Nor  let  his  mercies  lie 

Forgotten  in  unthankfulnefs, 
And  without  praifes  die. 

3  'Tis  he  forgives  thy  fins, 
'Tis  he  relieves  thy  pain, 

5Tis  he  who  heals  thy  ficknefTes, 
And  makes  thee  young  again. 

4  He  crowns  thy  life  with  love, 
When  ranfom'd  from  the  grave  ; 

He  who  redeem'd  my  foul  torn  hell 
Hath  fov'reign  pow'r  to  fave. 

5  He  fills  the  poor  with  good  ; 
He  gives  the  fufF'rers  reft  ; 

The  Lord  hath  judgments  for  the  proud, 
And  juftice  for  th'  oppr^it. 

6  His  wond'rous  works  and  ways 
He  made  by  Mofes  known  ; 

But  fent  the  world  his  truth  and  grace 
By  his  beloved  Son. 

PSALM       CIII.      Second  Part. 

Abounding  compajfion  of  God ;  ©r,  mercy  in  the  micffl 

of  judgment. 

foul,  repeat  his  praife 
Whofe  mercies  are  fo  great  ; 
Whofe  anger  is  fo  flow  to  rife*, 
So  ready  to  abate. 

R  2  2  Ge> 


i96         P  S  A  L  M     CUT* 

2  Goo  will  not  always  chide  ; 
And  when  his  ilrokes  are  felt, 

His  itrokes  are  fewer  than  our  crimen 
And  lighter  than  cirr  guilt. 

3  High  as  the  heav'ns  are  rais*d 
Above  the  ground  we  tread, 

So  far  the  riches  of  his  grace 
Our  higheft  thoughts  exceed. 

4  His  pow'r  fubdses  our  fins  ; 
And  his  forgiving  love, 

Far  as  the  Ea/i  is  from  the  Wejf, 
Dcth  all  our   guilt- remove. 

f  The  pity  of  the  Lord 

To  thole  who  fear  his  name, 
Is  fuch  as  tender  parents  feel  ;. 

He  knows  our  feeble  frame. 

6  He  knows  we  are  but  duit,. 
Scattered  with  ev'ry  breath:. 

His  anger  like  a  riling  wind, 
Can  fend  us  iwift  to  death* 

7  Our  days  are  as  the  grais, 
Or  like  the  morning  flow'r  ; 

If  one  (happ  blaliiweep  o'er  the  fields 
It  withers  in  an  hour. 

5  But  thy  companions,  Lord, 
To  endlefs  years  endure  ; 

And  children's  children  ever  find 
Thy  words  of  promife  hire. 

PSALM    CIII.    Third  Part. 

God's   univerfal  dominion  ;    or,    angels  praife  tbt 
Lord. 

I   >"Tp  H  E  Lord,  the  fcv'reign  King, 
£        Hath  fix'd  his  throne  on  hi^h  ; 
O'er  all  the  heav'nly  world  he  rules, 
-And  all  beneath  the  iky.  2  Ye 


E  S  A  L  M     CIV,  r-of 

2  Ye  angels,  great  in  might,   - 
And  fwift  to  do  his  will, 

Blefs  ye  the  Lord,  whofe  voice  you  hear, 
Whofe  pleafure  ye  fulfil. 

3  Let  the  bright  hofls  who- wait 
The  orders  of  their  King, 

And  guard  his  churches  when  they  pray?. 
Join  in  the  praife  they  {fag. 

4  While  all  his  wond'rous  works 
Thro'  his  vaft  kingdom  fhew 

Their  Maker's  glory,  thou,   my  foul, 
Shalt  fmg  his  graces  too, 

P  S  A  L  M      CIV. 

¥  he  glory  of  God  in  creation  and  providence, - 

I    "U  /I*  Y  foul,  thy  great  Creator  praife  ; 

IV JL  When,  clotlvM  in  his  celeii'al  rays, 
He  in  full  majefty  appears, 
And  like  a  robe  his  glory  wears. 

Note,  This pfcdn  may  be  fung  to  St.  He!len9s/#^, 
by  adding  the  fo'do-jjing  lints  to  each  Jia?2zas 
viz, 

Great  is  the  Lord,  what  tongue  can  frame 
An  equal  honor  to  his  name  ; 

(otberivife  it  may  he  fung  to  any  Long  Metre  iirr.c) 


w 


ca: 


Th'  unfathonrfc'd  deep  he  makes  his  I  s&3 
Clouds  are  his  char'ci,  when  he  files 
On  winged  ftorms  a-crofs  the  ikies. 

$  Angels,  whom  his  own  breath  infpires,- 
-riis  :„-;:  -iilers  are  fiaming  nre;  ; 
And,  fwift  as  thought,  then-  armies  move, 
To  bear  his  ver.g'ance  or  his  love. 

4  The  world's  foundations  by  his  hand 
Are  psis'd,  and  {hall  for  ever  Hand  ; 

&  3  He 


19$ 


PS  AL  M     CIV. 


He  binds  the  ocean  in  his  chain, 
Leil  it  (ho j Id  drown  the  world  again. 

5  'Voen  earth  was  cover ci  with  the  flood 
"V/h;;h  high  above  the  mountains  flood, 
He  thnnder'd  and  the  ocean  fled, 
ConSn'd  to  its  appointed  bed. 

6  The  fweiiioj  billows  know  their  bound, 
And  in  their  channels  walk  their  round  ; 
Yet  thence  confeyM  by  ;ecrc:  veins, 
They  fpring  on  hilts,  and  drench'  tie  plains. 

7  He  bids  the  cr.  (hi  fountains  flow  ; 
A^d  cheer  the  vallies  as  they  go  ; 
Tame  heifers  there  rh?:r  thirffc  allay, 

And  for  the  ilreanv  wild  afe  bray. 

8  From  r!en:ant  trees  which  made  the  brink* 
The  lark  and  linnet  light  to  irink  : 

Their  .on^s  the  lark  and  linnet  raiTe, 
And  chide  cur  filence  in  his  praie. 

P     A     U     S .    H  I. 

q  Gov,  from  his  cloudy  ciilern,  pours 
On  the  parch' 4  earth  enriching  (how'rs  y 
The  grove-,  the- garden,  and  the  field, 
A  choofaad  joyful  bleifings  yield. 

10  He  makes  the  gralfy  food  arife, 
And  gives  the  cattle  large  fupplics  ; 
With  herbs  for  man  of  various  pow'ry 
To  noiirilh  nature,  or  to  curs. 

1 1  What  noble  .  !  vines  produce  I 
The  oil. -e- yields  a  ."     •  ce.; 

Our  hearts  are  cheer' J  «iih  gen'rous  wine.,. 
Withinward  joy  ai:r  faces  fei 

12  O  blefs  liis  name,  ye  nations  fed 

i  nature's  chief  fupponec,  bread  : 

While 


PSAL  M     CIV.  199 

While  bread  your  vital  flrength  imparts, 
Serve  him  with  vigor  in  your  hearts, 

?     A     USE        II. 

13  Behold  the  ftately  cedar  fland?> 
Kais'd  in  the  fbreft  by  his  hands  ; 
Birds  to  the  boughs  for  ihelterfl-y, 
And  build  their  nelfo  feeure  on  high. 

14  To  craggy  hills  afcends  the  goat  j 
And  at  the  airy  mountains  foot, 

i  he  feebler  creatures  make  their  cell  ; 
He  gives  them  wiidom  where  to  dwell. 

1  j   He  lets  the  iun  his  circling  race, 
A :.  points  the  moon  to  change  her  face  jr 
And  when  thick  darkaeis  veils  the  day* 
Calls  out  wild  beads  to  hunt  their  prey. 

16  Fierce  lions  lead  their  young  abroad, 
Aud,  roarin  -      (k  their  meat  from  Goo  j 
But  when  the  morning  beams  arifea 
Thefavage  otatt  to  covert  fiiss. 

17  Then  man  to  daily  labor  goes  r 
The  aipht  was  made  for  his  repofe  ; 
Sleep  is  thy  gift,  that  fweet  reiie: 
From  tirefome  toil  and  waifdng  grief. 

18  How  Grange  thy  works  !  kow  great  tky  ikilll 
And  ev'ry  land  thy  riches  £11  : 

Thy  iviidonjuround  :he  Rorld  we  fee> 
1  his  ip;,c.O:S  eartii  is  full  of  thee. 


19   Nor  (e;s  toy  glories 

vv  --.■■-__■    \ :\  [r\  millions 
With  s^nd'reus  moticr 

3  i  tae  deep-, 
vvim       i  creep 

S  fwif*  03    flow, 

Still  wana'ringiu'the^ 

20  There  Slips  divide 
And  Socks  of  icaly  moni 

heir  wat'ry  wa 
iers  play  3 

i  teis 


•200  PSALM     CIV. 

There  dwells  the  huge  Leviathan, 

And  foams  and  (ports  in  ipite  of  man. 

Pause     III. 

21  Vaft  are  thy  works,  almighty  Lord  i 
All  nature  reds  upon  thy  word, 

And  the  whole  race  of  creatures  ftand 
Waiting  their  portion  from  thy  hand. 

22  While  each  receives  his  different  f.  ci, 
Tneir  cheerful  looks  pronounce  it  good  : 
Eagles  and  bears,  and  whales  and  worms. 
Rejoice  and  pra;;e  in  dtfPrent  forms. 

23  But  when  thy  face  is  hid,  they  mourn, 
And  dying,  to  their  duft  return  ; 

Hoth  man  and  beail  their  fouls  reugn  ; 
Life,  breath  and  fpirit,  all  are  thine. 

24  Yet  thou  can'rl  breathe  on  daft  a  gam, 
And  fill,  the  world  with  beafts  and  men  ; 
A  word  of  thy  creating  breath, 
Repairs  the  waives  of  time  and  death. 

25  His  works,  the  wonders  of  his  might, 
Are  honor* d  with  his  own  delight  : 
How  awful  are  his  glor'ous  ways  ! 

The  Lord  is  dreadful  in  his  praifc. 

26  The  earth  Hands  trembling  at  thy  ftroke, 
And  at  thy  touch  the  mountains  fraoke  ; 
Yet  humble  fouls  ma:'  ice  thy  face, 

And  tell  their  wants  to  fovereign  graced 

27  In  thee  my  hones  and  wilhes  meet, 
And  make  my  med'. :  set  : 
Thy  praifes  (hall  my  breath  employ, 
'Till  it  c;;oires  in  endieis  joy. 

28  While  haughty  finners  die  act&rflj 
Their  glory  bury'd  with  their duft, 

a  to  my  Gon,  my  heav'nly  King, 

Immortal  hallelujahs  fing.  P  S  A  L  M 


PSAL  M     CV.  £c* 

P  S  A  L  M     CV".      Abridged. 

God's  coniua  to  Iirael,  and  the  blagues  of  Egypt, 

1  g~^  I  V  E  thanks  to  God,  invoke  his  name!* 
V_X     And  tell  the  world  his  grace  : 

Sound  thro'  the  earth  his  deeds  of  tame, 
That  ail  may  leek  his  face. 

2  His  cov'nant  which  he  kept  in  mind 
For  numerous  ages  pair, 

To  num'rou'3  ages  yet  behind> 
In  equal  force  mall  laft. 

3  He  fware  to  Air* am  and  his  feed:, 
And  made  the  bleffing  fure ; 

Gentiles  the  ancient  promife  read. 
And  find  his  truth  endure. 

4  "  Thy  feed  mail  make  all  nations  blelt, 
(Said  the  almighty  voice) 

"  And  Canaan's  -and  (hall  be  their  reft, 
**  The  type  of  heav'nly  joys." 

[5  How  large  the  grant  !  how  rich  the  grace  I 

To  give  them  Canaan's  land, 
When  they  were  itrangers  in  the  place, 

A  little  feeble  hand  ! 

6  Like  pilgrims  thro'  the  countries  round, 
Securely  they  remc-y'd, 

And  haughty  kings  who  on  them  frown'd. 
Severely  he  reprov'd. 

7  "  Touch  mine  anointed,  and  my  arm 
'*  Shall  ibon  revenge  the  wrong  ; 

tf  The  man  who  does  my  prophets  hanp> 
"   Shall  know  their  God  is  itrong." 

5  Then  let  the  world  forbear  its  rage. 
Nor  put  th&.  church  in  fear  ; 

Ifr'el  muf  live  thro'-  ev'ry  age, 

■And be  th'  Almighty's  care..'] 

F  A  U  S  B 


202  PSALM     CV. 

Pause      I. 

9-  When  Pharaoh  dar'd  to  vex  the  faints, 
And  thus  provok'd'their  God  ; 
was  lent  at  their  complaints, 
Arm'd  with  his  dreadful  rod. 

1.0  He  caii'd  :ov  dacknefa  ;  darknefs  came, 
Like  an  o'erwhelming  fleod  ; 

He  turn'dcach  lake,  and  ev'ry  dream, 
To  lakes  and  ixreams  of  blood. 

1 1  He  gave  the  fign,  and  noiibme  flies 
Thro'  the  whole  country  fpread  ; 

And  frogs  in  croaking  armies  rife 
About  the  monarch's  bed. 

12  Thi-o'  fields  and  towns,  and  palaces, 
The  tenfold  veng'ance  flew  ; 

Locufts  in  fwarms  devour'd  their  tree's, 
And  hail  their  cattle  fiew  ; 

13  Then  by  an  angel's  midnight  firoke 
rThe  flowr'r  of  Egypt  dy'd, 

The  ftrength  of  ev'ry  houfe  was  broke, 
Their  glory  and  their  pride. 

14  No<vj  let  the  nuorld forbear  its  rage, 
Nor  put  the  church  in  fear  : 

Ifr'el  muf  hue  through  e<v'ry  age, 
And  be  th'  Almighty' s  care. 

Pause     II. 

15  Thus  were  the  tribes  from  bondage  brought 
And  left  the  hated  ground  ; 

Each  fome  Egyptian  fpoils  had  got, 
And  not  one  feeble  found. 

16  The  Lord  himfelf  chofe  out  their  way, 
And  mark'd  their  journies  right ; 

Gave  them  a  leading  cloud  by  day, 
A  firy  guide  by  night. 

17  They 


PSAL  M     CVI.         20J 

17  They  thirft;  and  waters  from  the  rock 
In  rich  abundaace  flow, 

And  foll'wing  ftiil  the  courfe  they  took, 
R.an  all  the  de&rt  through. 

18  O  wond'rous  ftream  !  O  blefTed  type 
Of  ever-flowing  grace  ! 

So  Chriit  oar  Rock  maintains  our  life 
Thro'  all  this  wiidernefs. 

19  Thus  guarded  by  th'  almighty  hand, 
The  choien  tribes  pofTelt 

Canaan,  the  rich,  the  promis'd  land  ; 
And  there  enjoy'd  their  reil. 

26  Then  let  the  'world forbear  its  rage, 

The  church  renounce  her  fear  ; 
Xfr'el  mufi  live  thro'  e--u'ry  age? 

Andbe  th*  Almighty's  care. 

PSAL   M      CVI.      Firft  Part. 
Praife  to  God  ;    or,  communion  with  faint U 

1  'HF^  O  God  the  gjeat,  the  ever  bleft, 

J^     Let  fongs  of  honor  be  addrefl  ; 
His  mercy  firm  for  ever  itands  ; 
Give  him  the  thanks  his  love  demands. 

2  Who  knows  the  wonders  of  thy  ways  ? 
Who  (frail  fulfil  thy  boandlefs  praife  ? 
Blcft  are  the  fouls  who  fear  thee  ftiU, 
And  pay  their  duty  to  thy  will. 

3  Remember  what  thy  mercy  did 
For  Jacob*,*  race,  thy  chofen  feed  ; 
And  witb  the  fame  falvation  bleis 
The  rncanefi:  fuppt'ant  of  thy  grace. 

4  O  may  I  fee  thy  tribes  rejoice, 

And  aid  their  triumphs  with  my  voice  ? 
This  is  my  glory,  Lord,  to  be 
Join'd  to  thy  faints,  and  near  to  thee. 

P  S  A  L  M 


£04     PSAL  M     CVI.     CVIL 

PSALM     CVI.       Second  Part. 

'Ifrael  punljbed  and  pardoned  ;  or,  Cod's  unchange- 
able /ov£, 

1  4~*  O  D  of  eternal  love, 
VJT     How  fickle  arc  cur  ways  ! 

And  yet  how  oft  did  Ifrel  prove 
Thy  conftancy  of  grace  ? 

2  rhey  f*w  thy  ponders  wrought, 
And  then  thy  praifc  they  fung  \ 

Bu    foc^r,  thy  worics  of  pow'r  forgot, 
And  murmur'd  with  their  tongue, 

3  Now  they  believe  his  word, 
While  rocks  with  rivers  flow  ; 

:  vith  their  lulls  provoke  the  Lord, 

And  he  redue'd  thern  low. 

4  Yet  whea  they  mourn'd  their  faults 


He  hearken'd  to  their  groan 


L.  >  :■'     his owvl  cov'nant  to  his  thoughts, 
And  qajl'd  them  flttl]  his  Ions. 

5  Thsir  names  were  in  his  book, 
Hefav'd  them  from  their  foes  $ 

Oft  he  chaiti-s'd.  hut  ne'er  forfook 
The  people  whom  he  chefe. 

6  Let  ^rV  biers  '.he  Lord, 

v>  lov'd  their  ancient  race  ; 
And  Cbrijiians  join  :hc*  folemn  word, 
Amtn  to  ai  1  the  p  f  a  tfe. 

PSALM      CVIL      Frrjl    Part. 

Ifrael  Ar-/  u  Canaan  aWchriftians  r }  biavstt,  ' 

t   jf~^  I  V  )E  thanks  to  God  ;  he  re  ■  ns  above; 
%JJ  Kimd  are  his  thoughts,  his  name  is  love  : 

His  mercy  ages  pall:  have  known, 
And  ages  long  to  come  (hall  own. 

2  Let 


PSALM    CVII.         205 

2  Let  the  redeemed  of  the  Lord 
The  wonders  of  his  grace  record; 
If  el,  the  nation  whom  he  chofe, 
And  refcu'd  from  their  mighty  foes. 

[3  When  God's  almighty  arm  had  broke 
Their  fetters,  and  th'  Egyptian  yoke, 
They  trac'd  the  defart,  wand'ring  round 
A  wild  and  folitary  ground. 

4  There  they  could  rind  no  loading  road, 
Nor  city  for  a  fix'd  abede  ; 

Nor  food  nor  fountain  to  affuage 
Their  burning  third,  or  hunger's  rage.] 

5  In  their  diftrefs  to  God  they  cry'd  ; 
God  was  their  Saviour  and  their  guide  ; 
He  led  their  march  fer  wand'ring  round  ; 
'Twas  the  right  path  to  Canaan's  ground. 

6  Thus  when  our  fir  ft  releafe  we  gain 
From  fin's  old  yoke,  and  fa  tan's  chain, 
We  have  this  defart  world  to  pafs, 

A  dang'rous  and  a  tirefome  place. 

7  He  feeds  and  cloaths  us  all  the  way. 
He  guides  our  footfteps,  left  we  ftray, 
He  guards  us  with  a  pow'rfulhand, 
And  brings  us  to  the  heav'nly  land. 

S  O  let  the  faints  with  joy  record 
The  truth  and  goodhefs  of  the  Lord  ! 
How  great  his  works  !  how  kind  his  ways  ? 
Let  ev'ry  tongue  pronounce  his  praife. 

P  S   A  L   M     CVII.         Second  Part. 
Correction  for  Jin,    and  releafe  by    ■prater* 
1   ~f?  ROM  age  to  age  exalt  his  name, 

jj   God  and  his  grace  are  ftiil  the  fame  : 
He  fills  the  hungry  foul  with  food, 
And  feeds  the  poor  with  ev'ry  good. 

S  2  Bet . 


clq6  PSALM     CVIL 

2  But  if  their  hearts  rebel  and  rife 
Againft  the  God  who  rules  the  ikies, 
If  they  reject  his  heav'nly  word, 
And  flight  the  counfels  of  the  Lord, 

3  He'll  bring  their  fpirits  to  the  ground, 
And  no  deiiv'er  fhall  be  found  ; 
Laden  with  grief  they  wafte  their  breath 
In  darknefs,  and  the  fhades  of  death. 

a.  Then  to  the  Lord  they  raile  their  cries, 
He  makes  the  dawning  light  ariie, 
And  fcatters  al!  the  difmal  (hade 
Which  hung  fo  heavy  round  their  head. 

^  He  cuts  the  bars  of  brafs  in  two, 
And  lets  the  fmiiing  pris'ners  through.; 
Takes  off  the  load  of  guilt  and  grief, 
And  gives  the  lab'ring  foul  relief. 

6  O  may  the  fons  of  men  record 
The  wond'rous  goodnefs  of  the  Lord  ! 
How  great  his  works  !  how  kind  ins  ways  ! 
Let  ev'ry  tongue  pronounce  his  praife. 

PSALM     C VII.     Third  Fart. 

Intemperance  puniffted  and  pardoned  ;    or,    a  p/alm 
for  the  glutton  and  the   drunkard. 

i   T7AIN  man  on  foolifh  pleafures  bent 

Y     Prepares  for  his  own  puaiihment  ; 
What  pains,  what  loathfome  maladies 
From  luxury  and  lull  arife  ! 

2  The  drunkard  feels  his  vitals  wafte  ; 
Yet  drowns  his  health  to  pleafe  his  taile  : 
'Till  all  his  active  pow'rs  are  loft, 

And  fainting  life  draws  near  the  duft. 

3  The  glutton  groans,  and  loaths  to  eat, 
.His  foul  abhors  delicious  meat  ;* 
Nature  with  heavy  loads  oppreft, 

Weald  yield  *«  death  to  be  releas'd.         4  Then 


PSALM     CVIL         207 

4  Then  how  the  frighted  Tinners  fly 
To  God  for  help,  with  earned  cry  ! 

He  hears  their  groans,  prolongs  their  breath, 
And  faves  them  from  approaching  death. 

5  No  med'cine  could  efrecl:  the  cure 

5  o  quick,  fo  eafy,  or  fo  fure  : 
The  deadly  fentence  God  repeals ,- 
He  fends  his  fov'reign  word  and  heals. 

6  O  may  the  fons  of  men  record 
The  wond'rous  goodnefs  of  the  Lord, 
And  let  their  thankfal  ofFrings  prove 
How  they  adore  their  Maker's  love. 

PSALM    CVIL    Fourth  Part.  Long  Metre, 

Deliverance  from  ftortns  and  Jbipivreck  ;   or,  tht 
feamari *s  fong. 

i   "f  X  7  0ULD  you  behold  the  works  of  God, 

VV    His-  wonders  in  the  world  abroad, 
Go  withjthe  mariners  and  trace 
The  unknown  regions  of  the  fear, 

2  They  leave  their  native  mores  behind* 
And  feize  the  favor  of  the  wind  ; 

'Till  God  commands,  and  tempefts  rife, 
Which  heave  the  ocean  to  the  ikies. 

3  Now  to  the  heav'ns  they  mount  amain  j 
Now  fink  to  dreadful  deeps  again  ; 
What  ftrange  affrights  young  failors  fed? 
And  like  a  ilagg'ring  drunkard  reel  ! 

4  When  land  is  far,  and  death  is  nigh, 
Loft  to  ail  hope,  to  God  they  cry  :- 
His  mercy  hears  their  loud  addrefs, 
And  fends  falvation  in  diftrefs. 

5  He  bids  the  winds  their  wrath  afiuage. 
The  fur'ous  waves  forget  their  rage  ; 

S  2  ;Tis 


208         PSALM     CVH. 

5Tis  calm  ;  and  failors  frailetofee 
The  haven  where  they  wifh'd  to  be, 

6  O  may  the  fc-ns  of  men  record 
The  wond'rous  goodnefs  of  the  Lord  ! 
Let  them  their  private  offerings  brings 
Abc  in  the  church  his  glory  fing. 

PSALM  CVII.  FeurthPan.  Common  Metre. 

Ths  mariner's  pfalrn. 
i    Hp  H  Y  works  of  glory,  mighty  Lord, 

X        'Thy  wonders  in  ths  deeps, 
The  foas  of  courage  mall  record  ; 
Where  roiling  ocean  deeps. 

2  At  thy  command  the  winds  arife, 
And  fvveii  the  tow'ring  waves  ; 

The  men  aftonifh'd  mount  the  ikies, 

And  fink  in  gaping  graves. 
[3   Again  they  climb  the  wat'ry  hills, 

And  plunge  in  deeps  again  : 
Each  like  a  tott'ring  drunkard  reels, 

And  finds  his  courage  vain. 

4  Frighted  to  hear  the  tempeft  roar, 
They  pant  with  flutt'ring  breath  > 

And  hopelefs  of  the  diilant  more, 
Expect  immed'ate  death.] 

3  Then  fo  the  Lord  they  raife  their  cries  ; 
He  hears  the  loud  requeft  ; 

And  orders  filence  through  the  ikies, 
And  lays  the  floods  to  reil. 

6  Sailors,  rejoice  to  lofe  their  fears, 
And  fee  the  Horm  allay'd  : 

Now  to  their  eyes  the  port  appears, 
There  let  their  vows  be  paid. 

7  'Tis  God  who  brings  them  fafc  to  land  5. 
Let  ftupid  mortals  know 

That 


PSALM     CVII.        209 

That  waves  are  under  his  command, 

And  all  the  winds  which  blow. 
S  O  that  the  fons  of  men  would  praife 

The  goodnefs  of  the  Lord  1 
And  thole  who  fee  thy  wond'rous  ways 

Thy  wond'rous  love  record  1 

PSALM     CVII.     Lafi  Fart. 

Colonies  planted  ;    or,    nations  bleft  and  funijhid* 
A  pfalm  for  Keau- England. 

1  tT  THEN  Go  d  ,  provok'd  with  daring  crimes^ 

VV    Scourges  the  madnefs  of  the  times, 
He  turns  their  fields  to  barren  fand, 
And  dries  the  rivers  from  the  land. 

2  His  word  can  raife  the  fprings  again, 
And  make  the  withered  mountains  green  5 
Send  ihow'ry  blefiings  from  the  ikies, 
And  harvefts  in  the  defarts  rile, 

[3  Where  nothing  dwelt  but  beafts  cf  prey* 
Or  men  as  fierce  and  wild  as  they, 
Ke  bids  th'  opprefl  and  poor  repair, 
And  build  them  towns  and  cities  there. 

4  They  ibw  the  fields,  and  trees  they  plant,. 
Wnpfe  yearly  fruit  fupplies  their  want  : 
Their  race  grows  up  from  fruitful  flocks, 
Their  wealth  incrtafes  with  their  flocks.. 

5  Thus  they  are  bleft  ;  but  if  they  Tin 
Ke  lets  the  heathen  nations  in  ; 

A  favage  crew  invades  their  lands, 
Their  children' die  by  barb'rous  hands, 

6  Their  captive  font:,  expos'd  to  fcorn5. 
Wander  unpity'd  and  forlorn  : 

The  country  lies  unfeqc'd,  antill'd, 
And  deiclation  Spreads  the  Bel&» 

S  3  7  'Vet. 


zio         P  S  'A  L  M     CIX. 

7  Yet  if  the  humbled  nation  mourn?, 
Again  his  dreadful  hand-be  turns  ; 
Again  he  makes  their  cities  thrive, 
And  bids  their  dying  churches  live.]" 

8  The  right'ous  with  a  joyful  ferife 
Admire  the  works  of  Providence  ; 
And  tongues  of  athe'fts  lhall  no  more 
Blafpheme  the  God  whom  faints  adore. 
9^  How  few  with  pious  care  record 

The  wond'rous  dealings  of  the  Lord  ! 
But  wife  observers  £ili  jh all  find 
The  Lord  is  holy,  juii  and  kind, 

P  S  A  L  M     CfX. 

Love  t'9  enemies  from  the  example  of  Chri& 

r   tiT^  O  J>  of  my  mercy  and  my  praife, 

Vl     Thy  glory  is  rnv  long  ; 
Tho'  fmners  [peak  againft  thy'grace 

With  a  blaspheming  tongue. 
2  When  in  the  form  of  mortal  man 

Thy  Son  on  earth  was  found, 
With  cruel  Ganders  falfe  and  vain 

They  compafs'd  rr'm  around. 

3  Their  mis'ries  his  companion  move*> 
Their  peace  he  ftrll  purfu'd  -, 

They  render  hatred  for  his  love, 
And  evil  for  his  good. 

4  Their  malice  rag'd  without  a  caufe  y 
He,  with  his  dying  breath, 

Pray'd  for  his  murd'refs  on  the  crofs, 
And  bleft  his  foes  in  death. 

5  Lord,  (hall  thy  bright  example  mine 
In  vain  before  my  eyes  ? 

Give  m?  a  foul  a-kin  to  thine. 
To  love  my  enemies  ! 

6  The 


PSALM    CX.  211 

6  The  Lord  mail  on  my  fide  engage , 

And  in  my  Saviour's  same, 
I  fhall  defeat  their  pride  and  rage 

Who  flaiider  and  condemn. 

PSALM     CX.     Firfi  Part.  Long  Metre, 

Chriil  exalted,  and  multitudes  converted  'y   or,    tkc 

futcejl  of  the  gofpd. 

1  *~~T^  HUS  the  eternal  Father  fpake 

X        To  Chriftthe  Son  ;  "Afcend  and£t 
"  Ac  my  right-hand,  'till  I  mail  make 
"  Thy  foes  fabmiffive  at  thy  feet. 

2  "  From  Z-ion  mail  thy  word  proceed, 
"  Thy  word,  the  iceptre  in  thy  hand, 

tf  Shall  make  the  hearts  of  rebels  bleed, 
*'  And  bow  their  wills  to  thy  command. 

3  **  That  day  mall  fhewthy  pow'r  is  great, 

•*  When  faints  mall  flock  with  willing  minds*. 
*f  And  finners  croud  thy  temple-gate, 
«f  Where  holinefs  in  beauty  ihir.es." 

4  O  bleffed  pow'r  !  O  glor'ous  day  1 
What  a  large  vift'ry  mail  enfue  I 
And  converts,  who  thy  grace  obey,. 
Exceed  the  drops  of  morning  dew. 

PSAL   M      CX.      Second  Part, 

The  kingdom  and priefihood  of  ChrifL 

i   /"~|~^  H  U  S-  the  great  Lord  of  earth  and  fea 
JL     Spake    to  his  Son,  and  thus  he  fvvore  5 
«■  Eternal  mall  thy  priefthood  be, 
"  And  change  from  hand  to  hand  no  more. 

2  (l  Aaron  and  ail  his  fons  mull  die  ; 
"  But  everlaili  ng  life  is  thine, 
sc  To  fave  for  ever  f facie  who  fly 
"  For  refuge  from  the  wrath  divine. 

3  "  By 


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212         PSAL  M     CX. 

3  f*  By  me  Melchifedck  was  made 

•'  On  earth  a  king  andprrelr.  at  once  ; 
rt   And  thou,  my  heav'nly  Prieft,  (halt  plead  j 
And  thou,  my  King,  malt  rule  my  fons." 

4  Jefus  the  Prieft  afcends  his  throne, 
While  counfels  of  eternal  peace, 
Between  the  Father  and  the  Son, 
Proceed  with  honor  and  fucceis. 

5  Thro'  the  whole  earth  his  reign  mall  fpreadj 
And  cruih  the  pow'rs  which  dare  rebel  : 
Then  (hall  he  judge  the  riling  dead, 

And  fend  the  geilty  world  to  -hell. 

6  ThoJ  while  he  treads  his  glor'ous  way,. 
He  drinks  the  cup  of  tears  and  bloody 
The  fufPrings  of  that  dreadful  day 
Skall  but  advance  him  near  to  God. 

F  S  A  L  M    CX.     Common  Metre. 

Chrift's  kingdom  and  prieftbood* 

\    T  E  S  U  S,  our  Lord,  afcend  thy  throne*. 
*  JS      And  near  thy  Faxher  fit  ; 
In  Zion  fhall  thy  pow'r  be  known, 
And  make  thy  foes  fubmit. 

2  What  wonders  (hall  thy  gofpel  do  1 
Thy  converts  (hall  furpafs 

The  num'rous  drops  of  morning  dew, 
And  own  thy  fov'reign  grace. 

3  God  hath  pronoune'd  a  frrn  decree, 
Nor  changes  what  he  fwore  ; 

t(  Eternal  (hail  thy  prieithood  be, 
*'  When  Aaron  is- no  more. 

4  "  Mekbi/uhk,  that  wond'rous  prief^ 
(<  That  King  of  high  degree, 

"That  holy  man  who  Abrlbavi  bl 
Was  but  a  typt  of  thee/' 


ee 


PSAL  M     CXI.         213 

5  Jefus  our  Prielr.  for  ever  lives 
To  plead  for  us  above  ; 

Jefus  our  King  for  ever  gives 
The  bieffings  of  his  Jove, 

6  God  mall  exalt  his  glor'ou?.  head> 
And  his  high  throne  maintain, 

Shall  firiks  the  posv'rs  and  princes  dead 
Who  dare  oppoie  his  reign. 

PSALM      CXI.    Tirft  Pari, 
The  fjoifdom  of  God  in  his  nmrks. 

1  O  O  N  G  S  of  immortal  praife  belong 
k3     To  my  almighty  God  ; 

He  has  my  heart,  and  he  my  tongue, 
To  fpread  his  name  abroad. 

2  How  great  the  works  his  hand  has  wrought  X 
How  glor'ous  in  our  fight, 

Good  men  in  ev'ry  age  have  fought 
His  wonders  with  delight. 

3  How  mofr.  exact  is  nature's  Frame  I 
How  wife  th'  eternal  mind  ! 

His  counfels  never  change  the  fcheme 
Which  his  firft  thoughts  defign'd.  . 

4  When  he  redeem'd  his  chofen  fons, 
He  nVd  his  cov'nant  fure  : 

The  orders  which  his  lips  pronounce, 
To  endlefs  years  endure. 

5  Nature  and  time,  and  earth  and  Ikies* 
Thy  heav'nly  fkill  proclaim  : 

What  (hall  we  do  to  make  us  wife, 
But  learn  to  read  thy  name  ? 

6  To  fear  thy  pow'r,  to  truft  thy  grace, 
Is  our  divjtaeft  JkiU  ; 

And  he's  the  wifeil  of  our  race 
Who  bell  obeys  thy  will. 

PSALM 


ai4    PSALM    CXI.  CXIL 

PS   A  L  M     CXI.   Second  Pan. 
The  perfections  of  God. 

1  /""^PvEAT  is  the  Lord  :  his  works  of  raiga? 
VJT     Demand  our  nob3.fi  fangs  : 

Let  his  aftembled  faints  unite 
Their  harmony  of  tongues. 

2  Great  is  the  mercy  of  the  Lord, 
He  gives  his  children  food  ; 

And,  ever  mindful  of  his  word, 
He  makes  his  promife  good. 

3  His  Son  the  great  Redeemer,  came 
To  feal  his  cev'nant  fure  ; 

Holy  and  rev'rend  is  his  name, 
His  ways  are  juft  and  pure. 

4  Thofe  who  would  grow  divinely  wife,- 
Mull  with  his  fear  begin  ; 

Our  faireft  proof  of  knowledge  lies 
In  hating  ev'ry  fin. 

P  S  A  L  ML    CXII. 

The  hhjfmgs  of  the  liberal  man. 

\  /"T^HAT  man  is  blell  who  Hands  in  aw& 
X    Of'GoD,  and  loves  his  facred  law  y 

His  feed  on  earth  mail  be  renowa'd  ; 
His  houfe  the  feat  of  wealth  mall  be, 
An  inexhaufted  treafury, 

And  withfucceffive  honors  crown'd. 

2  His  lib'ral  favors  he  extends, 
To  fome  he  gives,  to  others  lends  : 

A  gen'rous  pity  fills  his  mind  : 
Yet  what  his  charity  impairs, 
He  faves  by  prudence  in  atFairs, 

And  thus  he'sjuil  to  ali  mankind. 

3  His  hands,  while  they  his  alms  beftow'd, 
His  glory's  future  harveil  fovv'd  ; 

The  fweet  remembrance  of  the  jufr,         Like 


P'SAL  M    CXII.  215 

Like  a  green  root  revives  and  bears 
A  train  of  bleffings  for  his  heirs, 
When  dying  nature  ileeps  in  dull. 

4  Befet  with  threat'ning  dangers  round, 
Unmov'd  (hall  he  maintain  his  ground, 

His  confcience  holds  his  courage  up  ; 
The  foul  that's  fVTd  with  virtue's  light 
Shines  brightefr.  in  affliction's  night, 

And  fees  in  darknefs,  bearas  of  hope.. 

Pause. 

J5  111  tidings  never  can  furprife 
The  heart  which  iix'd  on  God  relies, 

Tho'  waves  and  tempeils  roar  around: 
Safe  en  the  rock  he  fits  and  fees 
"The  ftiipwrecfe  of  his  enemies, 

And  all  their  hope  and  glory  drown'd,. 

-6  The  wicked  mail  his  triumph  fe^, 
And  gnafb.  their  teeth  in  agony, 

To  find  their  expectations  croft  ; 
They  and  their  envy,  pride  andfpite, 
Sink  down  to  everlafting  night, 

And  all  their  names  in  darknefs   loll.] 

PSALM       CXII.       Long   Metre, 
The  hlejjir.gs  of  the  pious  and  charitable. 

1  >  I  SKRICE  happy  man  who  fears  the  Lord, 

J^   Loves  his  commands,  and  trufts  his  word ; 
Honor  and  peace  his  days  attend, 
And  blefflngs  to  his  feed  defcend. 

2  Companion  dwells  upon  his  mind, 
To  works  of  mercy  ft  ill  inclin'd  : 
He  lends  the  poor  fome  prefent  aid, 
Or  gives  them,  not  to  be  repaid. 

3  When  times  grow  dark,  and  tidings  fpread 
Which  fill  his  neighbors  round  with  dread, 

His 


ai6        PSALM     CXII. 

His  heart h  arm'd  againft  the  fear, 
For  God  with  all  his  pow'ris  there. 

4  His  foul  well  iix'd  upon  the  Lord, 
Draws  heav'nly  courage  from  his  word  ; 
Amidft  the  darknefs,  light  ih all  rife, 
^To  cheer  his  heart  and  biefs  his  eyes. 

5  He  hath  difpers'd  his  alms  abroad, 
His  works  are  ftiil  before  his  God  : 
His  name  on  earth  mall  long  remain, 
While  env'ous  finners  fret  in  vain. 

PSALM     CXII.    Common  Metre. 

Liberality  rewarded. 

1  YTAPPY  is  he  who  fears  the  Lord, 
JLa     And  follows  his  commands, 

Who  lends  the  poor  without  reward, 
Or  gives  with  lib'ral  hands. 

2  As  pity  dwells  within  his  broaft 
To  all  the  fons  of  need  ; 

So  God  mail  anfwer  his  requeft 
With  bleffings  on  his  feed. 

3  No  evil  tidings  mail  furprife 
His  well  eftablim'd  mind  ; 

His  foul  to  Gon  his  refuge  flies, 
And  leaves  his  fears  behind. 

4  In  times  of  general  diftrefs 
Some  beams  of  light  fnalt  mine, 

To  fnew  the  world  his  right'eufnefs,' 
And  give  him  peace  divine. 

3  His  works  of  piety  and  love 

Remain  before  the  Lord  ; 
Honor  on  earth,  and  joys  above, 

Shall  be  his  Aire  reward. 


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PSALM     CXIIL       217 
psalm   cxin. 

Themajejfy  and  ccndefcention  of  Gedm 

1  "TT  E  who  delight  to  ferve  the  Lord3 

j[    The  honors  of  his  name  record, 

His  facred  name  for  ever  blefs  : 
Where  e'er  the  circling  fun  difplays 
His  riling  beams,  or  fetting  rays, 

Let  lands  and  Teas  his  pow'r  confefs. 

2  Not  time  nor  nature's  narrow  rounds 
Can  give  his  vaft  dornin'on  bounds  ,• 

The  heav'ns  are  far  below  his  height  1 
Let  no  created  greatnefs  dare 
With  our  eternal  God  compare, 

Arm'd  with  his  uncreated  might. 

3  He  bows  his  glor'ous  head  to  view 
What  the  bright  hofts  of  angels  do, 

And  bends  his  care  to  mortal  things  ; 
His  fov'reign  hand  exalts  the  poor, 
He  takes  the  needy  from  the  door, 

And  makes  them  company  for  kings. 

4  When  childlefs  families  defpair, 
He  fends  the  bl effing  of  an  heir, 

To  refcue  their  expiring  name  ; 
The  mother  with'  a  thankful  voice 
Proclaims  his  praifes  and  her  joys  ; 

Let  every  age  advance  his  fame. 

PSALM     CXIII.     Long  Metis*. 

God  fowreign  and  gracious,. 

E  fervants  of  th'  almighty  King,, 
In  ev'ry  age  his  praifes  ring  : 

Where  e'er  the  fun  (halt  rife  or  fet* 

The  nations  ftiallhis  praife  repeat. 

2  Above  the  earth,  beyond  the  tky3  ■ 
Stands  his  higl\  throne  of  majefty  5 

T  Nor 


«ji8  PSALM     CXIV. 

Nor  time,  nor  place  his  pow'r  reflrain, 
Nor  bound  his  universal  reign. 

3  Which  of  the  Tons  of  Adam  dare, 
Or  angels,  with  their  God   compare  ? 
His  glories,  how  divinely  br"   '  t, 
Who  dwells  in  uncreated  li^    .  ! 

4  Beheld  his  love  !  he  ftoops  to  view 
What  faints  above  and  angels  do  ; 
And  condefcends  yet  more  to  know 
The  mean  afFairs  of  men  below. 

(?  From  duft  and  cottages  obfeure. 
His  grace  exalts  the  humble  poor  ; 
Gives  them  the  honor  of  his  fons, 
And  fits  them  for  his  heav'nly  thrones* 

[6  A  word  of  his  creating  voice 
.Can  make  the  barren  hcufe  rejoice  : 
Tho'  Sarah's  ninety  years  were  paffc 
The  promis'd  feed  is  born  at  laft. 

7  With  joy  the  mother  views  her  fon, 
And  tells  the  wonders  God  has  done  : 
Faith  may  grow  ftrong  when  fenfe  defpairs  : 
If  nature  fails,  the  prornife  bears.] 

PSALM      CXIV. 

Miracles  attending  Ifrael's  journey. 

i   TT7HEN  IfSel,  freed  from  Pbaraob'shzxii, 

YV    Left  the  proud  tyrant  and  his  land., 
The  tribes  with  cheerful  homage  own 
Their  King  ;  and  Judab  was  his  throne. 

2  Acrofs  the  deep  their  journey  lay  ; 
The  deep  divides  to  make  them  way  ; 
Jordan  beheld  their  march,  and  fled 
With  backward  current  to  his  head. 

g  The  mountains  (hook  like  frighted  meep, 
Like  lambs  the  little  hillocks  leap  :  N»t 


PSALM      CXV.         %if 

Not  Sinai  on  her  bafe  could  Hand, 
Confcioos  offov'reign  pow'r  at  hand. 

4  What  pow'r  could  make  the  deep  divide  2 
Make  Jordan  backward  roll  his  tide  ? 
Why  did  ye  leap,  ye  little  hills  ? 

And  whence  the  fright  which  Sinai  feels  ? 

5  Let  ev'ry  mountain,  ev'ry  flood 
Retire,  and  know  th'  approaching  God5 
The  King  of  Ifr'el  i  fee  him  here  ! 
Tremble  thou  earth,  adore  and  fear  ! 

6  He  thunders,  and  all  nature  mourns  $ 
The  rock  to  Handing  pools  he  turns, 
flints  foring  with  fountains  at  his  word, 
And  fires  and  feas  confefs  the  Lord. 

PSALM'  CXV.     Firft  Metre. 

*The  true  God  cur  refuge  ;  or,  idolatry  reprove^ 

1  Tk  TOT  to  ourfelves,  who  are  but  duft# 
X^t    Not  to  ourfelves  is  glory  due  ; 

Eternal  God  !  thou  only  juft  ; 
Thou  only  gracious,  wife  and  true. 

2  Shine  forth  in  all  thy  dreadful  name  : 
Why  fhould  a  heathen's  haughty  tongue 
Infult  us,  and  to  raife  our  ftiame, 

Say,  Where's  the  God  ycu~Jsfer°v'dfo  hng  f 

3  The  God  we  ferve  maintains  his  throne 
Above  the  "clouds,  beyond  the  fkies  ; 
Thro'  ail  the  earth  his  will  is  done, 

He  knows  our  groans,  he  hears  our  cries. 

4  But  the  vain  idols  they  adore 

Are  fenfelefs  fhapes  of  ftone  and  wood  ; 
At  beft,  a  mafs  of  glitt'ring  ore, 
A  filver  faint,  or  golden  god  I 

[5  With  eyes  and  ears  they  carve  the'r  heaS 
Deaf  are  their  ears,  their  eyes  are  blind  5 

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5120        PS-AL  M    CXT. 

In  vain  are  coftly  offerings  made, 
And  vows  are  fcatter'd  in  the  wind. 

6  Their  feet  were  never  made  to  move, 
Nor  hands  to  iave  when  mortals  pray, 
Mortals  who  pay  them  fear  or  love, 
Seem  to  be  blind  and  deaf  as  they.] 

7  O  Ifr'el,  make  the  Lord  thy  hope, 
Thy  Kelp,  thy  Refuge,  and  thy  Reft  ; 
The  Lord  mall  build  thy  ruins  up, 
And  blefs  the  people  and  the  prieit. 

8  The  dead  no  more  can  fpeak  thy  praife, 
They  dwell  in  filence  in  the  grave  ; 

But  we  mall  live  to  ling  thy  grace, 
And  tell  the  world  thy  pow'r  to  fave. 

PSALM    CXV.     2d  Metre, 

Popijb   idolatry  reproved. 

1  T^T^T  to  our  names,  thou  only  juft  and  Truev 
JlSI    Not  to  our  worthlefs  names  is  glory  due  : 

Thy  pow'r  and  grace,  thy  truth  and  juflice  claim 
Immortal  honors  to  thy  fov'reign  name. 
Shine  thro'  the  earth  from  heav'n  thy  bleft  abode, 
Nor  let  the  heathens  fay,  And  where* s your  God  ? 

2  Heaven  is  thine  higher  court  :  there  itands  thy 

[throne  f 
And  thro*  the  lower  worlds  thy  will  is  done  ; 
Our  God  fram'd    all   this    earth,  thefe  heav'ns 

[he  fpread, 
But  fools  adore  the  gods  their  hands  have  made  ; 
The  kneeling  croud  with  looks  devout,  behold 
Their  filver  faviours,  and  their  faints  of  gold. 

[3  Vain  are  thofe  artful  fhapes  of  eyes  and  ears  ; 
The  molten  image  neither  fees  nor  hears  ; 
Their  hands  are  helplefs,  nor  their  feet  can  move, 

They 


PSALM     CXVI.  221 

They  have  no  fpeech,  nor  thought,  nor  pow'r  nor 

[love  5 
Yet  foolifti  mortals  make  their  long  complaints 
To  their  deaf  idols,  and  their  movelefs  faints. 

4  The  rich  have  ftatues  well  adorn'd  with- gold/ 
The  poor  content  with  gods  of  coarfer  mould  5, 
With  tools  of  iron  carve  the  fenfelefs  flock 
Lopt  from  a  tree,  or  broken  from  a  rock  ; 
People  and  pried  drive  on  the  fclemn  trade, 
And  truft  the  gods  which  faws  and  hammers  made* 

5  Be  heav'n  and  earth  amaz'd  !    'tis  hard  to  fay*. 
Which  is  more  dupid,  or  their  gods,  or  they.. 

G  IjYel  trufc  the  Lord  !  he  hears  and  k^s, 
He  knows  thy  forrows,  and  reftores  thy  peace  s 
Kis  worfhipdoes  a  thoufand  comforts  yield  ; 
He  is  thy  help,  and  he  thine  heav'nly  fhield. 

€  Columbia  traft  the  Lord  ;.  thy  foes  in  vain, 
Attempt  thy  rain,  and  enforce  their  reign  ; 
Had  they  prevail'd,  darknefs  had  clos'd  our  days-* 
And  death  and  iiience  had  forbid  his  praife  : 
But  we  are Tav'd,  and  live  :  let  fongs  arife, 
Columb'a  blefs  the  God  who  built  the  ikies. 

PSALM      CXVI.      Fir/I  Part,- 

Recovery  from  ftcknefs . 

Love  the  Lord  ;  he  heard  my  cries.* 
And  pity'd  ev'ry  groan  : 
Long  as  I  live,. when  troubles  rife 
I'll  haften  to  his  throne, 

2  I  love  the  Lord  :  he  bow 'd  his  ear> 

And  chas'd  my  griefs  away  : 
O  let  my  hearfno  more  defpair, 

While  I  have  breath  to  pray  ! 

5  My  flefh  declined,  my  fpirits  tell^ 
And  I  drew  near  the  dead; 

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222  PSAL  M      CXVL 

While  inward  pangs  and  fears  of  hell 
Perolex'd  ray  wakeful  head. 

4  "  My  God  I  cry'd,  thy  fervant  fave, 
**  Thou  ever  good  and juft  ; 

"  Thy  pow'r  can  refcue  from  the  grave* 
"  Thy  pow'r  is  all  my  trull." 

5  The  Lord  beheld  me  fore  diftreft, 
He  bid  my  pains  remove  : 

Return,  my  foul,  to  God  thy  Reft, 
For  thou  haft  known  his  love. 

6  My  God  hath  fav'dmy  foul  from  death,. 
And  dry'd  my  falling  tears  : 

Now  to  his  praife  I'll  fpend  my  breath, 
And  my  remaining  years, 

PSALM      CXVL     Second  Part. 

Fc-jjs  madein  trouble ,  paid  in  the  church*,  or,  pub- 
lic thanks  for  private  deliverance. 

i  TT7  HAT  (hall  I  render  to  my  Gob 

VV       For  all  his  kiadnefs  ihovvn  ? 
My  feet  mall  vidt  thine  abode, 
My  fongs  addreia  thy  throne. 

2  Among  the  faints  who  fill  thine  houfe 
My  ofPrings  fhail  be  paid  ; 

There  (hail  my  zeal  perform  the  vows 
My  foul  in  anguifn  made. 

3  How  much  is  mercy  thy  delight* 
Thou  ever-blefled  God  ! 

Kow  dear  thy  ferv&nts  in  thy  fight  ! 
How  precious  is  their  b,ood  ? 

4.  How  happy  all  thy  fervants  are  i 

How  great  thy  grace  to  me  ! 
My  life,  which  thou  haft  made  thy  care, 

Lord,  I  devote  to  thee. 

^  Now  I  am  thine,  for  ever  thine, 
Nor  ihall  my  purpofe  move  $  *  Th^ 


P  SALI    CXVIL         2:23 

Thy  hand  hath  loos'd  my  bends  of  pain, 
And  bound  me  with  thy  love, 

6  Here  in  thy  courts  I  leave  my  vowy 

And  thy  rich  grace  record  ; 
Wifnefs,  ye  faints,  who  hear  me  now,. 

If  I  forfake  the  Lord. 

PSALM     CXVIL.    Common  Metre, 
Praife  to  God  front  all  nations. 


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All  ye  nations,  praife  the  Lord5 
Each  with  a  diff'rent  tongue  ; 


In  ev'ry  language  learn  his  word, 
And  let  his  name  be  lung. 

2  His  mercy  reigns  through  ev'ry  land  ; 

Proclaim  his  grace  abroad  ; 
For  ever  firm  bis  truth  mall  iland  ; 

Praife  ye  the  faithful  God. 

P  S- A  L  M     CXVIL     Long  Metre, 

1  YpRGM  all  who  dwell  below  the  fkies 
JP      Let  the  Creator's  praife  arife  ; 

Let  the  Redeemer's  name  be  fung 

Through  ev'ry  land,  by  ev'ry  tongue* 

2  Eternal  are  thy  mercies,  Lord  y 
Eternal  truth  attends  thy  word  ; 
Tliy  praife  (It  all  found  from  to  more,. 
'Till  funs  ihall  rife  and  fet  no  more. 

P  S  A  L  M      CXVIL     Short  Metre. 

1  f  |""*>  H  Y  name,  almighty  Lord, 

J[        Shall  found  thro'  diftant  lands  1 
Great  is  thy  grace,  and  fure  thy  word  : 
Thy  truth  for  ever  minds. 

2  Far  be  thine  honor  fpread, 
And  long  thy  praife  endure  ; 

''Till  morning  light  and  ev'ning  fhade 
Shall  be  exchanged  no  more. 

PSALM 


t24       PSALM     CXVIIL- 

PSALM      CXVIII.     ftrftParn 

Deliverance  from  a  tumult. 

1  *~f~*  H  E    Lord  appears  my  helper  now>. 

JL        Nor  is  my  faith  afraid 
What  all  the  Tons  of  earth  can  do, 
Since  heav'n  affords  its  aid. 

2  'Tis  fafer,  Lord,  to  hope  in  thee5 
And   have  ray  God  my  Friend, 

Than  truft  in  men  of  high  degree, 
And  on  their  truth  depend. 

3  Like  bees,  my  foes  befet  me  round, 
A  large  and  angry  fwarm  ; 

But  I  mall  all  their  rage  confound, 
By  thine  almighty  arm* 

4  'Tis  through-  the  Lord  my  heart  is  ftrong^ 
In  him  my  lips  rejoice  ; 

While  his  falvation  is"  my  fong, 
How  cheerful  is  my  voice  ! 

5  Like  angry  bees  they  girt  me  round ';■ 
When  God  appears,  they  fly  : 

So  burning  thorns  with  crackling  fount! 
Make  a  fierce  blaze,  and  die. 

6  Joy  to  the  faints  and  peace  belongs  ;-. 
The  Lord  protects  their  ways  ;• 

Let  Ij'r'el  tune- immortal  fongs 
To  his  almighty  grace. 

PSALM     CXVIII.      Second    Part, 

Public  praife  for  deliverance  from  death* 

i   T    ORD,  thou  haft  heard  thy  fervant  cry, 

1   j     And  refcu'd  from  the  grave  : 
Now  ih .ill  he  live  ;    (and  none  can  die, 
If  God  refolve  tofave.) 

a  Thy  praifc,  more  conllant  than  before, 
Shall  fill  his  daily  breath  y  Thy 


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P  S  A  L  M     CXVIIL 

Thy  hand  which  hath  chaftis'd  him  fore* 
Defends  him  ilill  from,  death. 

3  Open  the  gates  of  Zion  now, 
For  we  lhall  wormip  there  ; 

The  houfe  where  all  the  right'dufi  go- 

Thy  mercy  to  declare. 

4  Among  th'  affernblies  of  thy  faints 
Our  thankful  voice  we  raife  ; 

There  we  have  told  thee  our  complaints, 
And  there  we  fpeak  thy  praiie. 

PSAL  M    CXVIII.    Third  Part, 

Chrifi  the  foundation  of  the  church. 

EHOLD  the  fure  Foundation-Stone 
Which  God  in  Zion  lays, 
To  build  our  heav-'nly  hopes  upon3 
And  his  eternal  praife. 

2  Chofen  of  God,  to  finners  dear, 
And  faints  adore  his  name  ; 

They  truft  their  whole  falvation  here,, 
Nor  mall  they  fuifer  fhame. 

3  The  foolim  builders,  fcribe  and  pried, 
Reject,  it  with  difdain  ; 

Yet  on  this  Rock  the  church  lhall  reft, 
And  envy  rage  in  vain. 

4  What  though  the  gates  of  hell  with  flood  I 
Yet  mull  this  building  rife  ; 

9Tis  thy  own  work,  almighty  God,, 
And  wond'rous  inour  eyes. 

PSALM     CXVIII.     Fourth  Part, 

Hojanna  ',  the  Lord's-day  ;  or,  ChrijTs  refurreEiicn^ 
and  o-ur  fa.hu  at  ion. 

2   >  |  AHIS  is  the  day  the  Lord-hath  made, 

J^        He  calls  thehours  his  own  ; 
Let  heav'n  rejoice,  let  earth  be  glad3 

And  praife  furround  thy  throne.  %  To 


J&6      PSALM     CXVIIL 

2  To  day  he  rofe  and  left  the  dead  ; 
And  fatan's  empire  fell  ; 

To  day  the  faints  his  triumph  fpread, 
And  all  his  wonders  tell. 

3  Hofarina  to  th'  anointed  King, 
To  David's  holy  Son  : 

Help  us,  O  Lord  j  defcend,  and  bring 
Salvation  from  thy  throne. 

4  Cleft  be  the  Lord,  who  comes  to  mea 
With  meffages  of  grace  ; 

Who  comes  in  God  his  Father's  name., 
To  fave  our  finful  race. 

5  Hoj'anna  in  the  higheft  (trains 
The  church  on  earth  can  raife  : 

The  higheft  heav'ns  in  which  he  reigns. 
Shall  give  him  nobler  praife. 

PSALM     CXVIII.       Short  Metre. 

^in  HcJ'anna  for  the  Lord1  s -day  ;  or,   a  miu  fcng   nf 
faluation    By  Cbrijt. 

1  PEE  what  a  living  Stone 
t3     The  builders  did  refufe  ! 

Yet  God  hath  built  his  church  thereoa 
In  ipite  of" env'cus  Jews. 

2  The  fcribe  and  angry  prieit 
Reject  thine  only  Son  : 

Yet  on  this  Rock  thall  Zion  re$ 
As  the  chief  corner-ftonc. 

3  The  work,  O  Lord,  is  thine, 
And  wond'rous  in  our  eyes  : 

This  day  declares  it  all  divine.* 
This  cay  did  Jefus  rife  ! 

4  This  is  the  glor'ous  day 
Which  our  Redeemer  made  ; 

Let  us  rejoice,  and  ling,  and  pray  : 

i-tt  all  the  church  be  glad.  5  Hojam* 


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PSALM     GXVIII.  CXIX.  ia9 

5  Ho/anna  to  the  King 

Of  Bawd's  royal  blood  ; 
Blefs'him,  ye  faints,  he  ccmes  to  bring 
Salvation  from  your  God. 

6  We  blefs  thine  holy  word 
Which  all  this  grace  difplays  ; 

And  offer  on  thine  altar,  Lord, 
Oar  facrifice  of  praife. 

PSALM       CXVIII.       Long  Metre. 
An  Ho/anna  far  the  Lurd's-day  ;  or,    a  new  fang  of 

faluation  by  Chriji. 

O,  what  a  glor'ous  corner- fione 
— r  The  Jewijb  builders  did  refufe  ! 
But  God  hath  built  his  church  thereon, 
In  fpite  of  envy  and  the  Jews, 
k  Great  God,  the  work  is  all  divine, 
The  joy  and  wonder  of  our  eyes  ; 
This  is  the  day  which  proves  it  thine, 
The  day  which  faw  our  Saviour  rife. 
%_  Sinners  rejoice,  and  faints  be  glad  : 
Hojanna,  let  his  name  be  bleft  ! 
A  thoufand  honors  on  his  head, 
With  peace,  and  light,  and  glory  reft  ! 
4  In  God's  own  name  lie  comes  to  brine 
Salvation  to  our  dying  race  - 
Let  the  whole  church  addrefs  their  Kin? 
With  hearts  of  joy,  and  fongs  of  praife. 

PSALM  CXIX. 
[/  haye  collected  and  difpofed  the  mofi  ufeful  <verfes  of 
this  pfalm  under  eighteen  different  heads  y  and 
formed  a  divine  fong  upon  each  of  them  ;  bvt  the 
verfes  are  much  tranfpofed,  to  attain  feme  decree 
cr  connexion.  * 

frfbme places,  amonZ  the  words,  la  w,#  commands, 

judgments, 


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judgments,  teflimonies,  /  have  ufed  gofpel, 
word,  grace,  truth,  promifes,  &*.  as  more  a- 
greeable  to  the  Nevj-Tejtament,  and  the  common 
language  of  cbrifiians  ;  and  it  equally  anfvoers  the 
dejignofthe  Pfalmift,  nubzcb  ivas  to  recommend 
2 he  holy  fcriptures.'] 

PSALM      CXIX.       Firfl  Part. 

^The  blejfednejs  of  the  faints,  and  the  mifery  of  ft 'nneru 
Ver.  i,  2,  3. 

I   T> LEST  are  the  undefl'd  in  heart, 

X3     Whofe  ways  are  right  and  clean  ; 
Who  never  from  thy  law  depart, 

But  fly  from  ev'ry  fin. 
©  B left  are  the  men  who  keep  thy  word, 

And  practice  thy  commands  ; 
With  their  whole  heart  they  feek  the  Lord, 

And  ferve  thee  with  their  hands. 

Ver.   165. 

3  Great  is  their  peace  who  love  thy  law  ; 
How  firm  their  fouls  abide  ! 

Nor  can  a  bold  temptation  draw 
Their  fteady  feet  afide. 

Ver.  6. 

4  Then  mail  my  heart  have  inward  joy, 
And  keep  my  face  from  iharne, 

When  all  thy  itatutes  I  obey, 
And  honor  all  thy  name. 

Ver.    21,  118. 

5  Btrt  haughty  fmners  God  will  hate. 
The  proud  mail  die  accurft  ; 

The  fons  of  falfhood  and  deceit 
Are  trodden  to  the  duft. 

Ver. 


PS-AL  M     CXIX.        229 

Ver.    119,   155. 

6  Vile  as  the  drofs  the  wicked  are: 

And  thofe  who  leave  thy  ways 
Shall  fee  falvation  from  afar, 

But  never  taite  thy  giace. 

PSALM     CXIX.     Secona  Part, 

Secret  devotions  and fpiritual  meditations  ;  ©r,  cq%* 
ji&nt  cowvtrfe  'with  God, 

Ver.    147,  55. 

I    *^T<-0  thee  before  the  dawning  light, 
J[        My  gracious  God,  I  pray  ; 

1  meditate  thy  name  by  night, 

And  keep  thy  law  by  day, 

Ver,    81. 

2  My  fpirit  faints  to  fee  thy  grace, 
Thy  proraife  bears  me  up  ! 

And  While  falvation  long  delays, 
Thy  w©rd  fupports  my  hope. 

Ver.   164. 

3  Sev'n  times  a  day  I  lift  my  hands, 
And  pay  my  thanks  to  thee. 

Thy  right'ous  providence  demands 
Repeated  praife  from  me. 

Ver.   62. 

4  When  midnight  darknefs  veils  the  ikies, 
I  call  thy  works  to  mind  ; 

My  thoughts  in  warm  devotion  rife, 
And  fweet  acceptance  find. 


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230        P  S  A  L  M     CXIX. 

P   S   A  L   M      CXIX.      Third   Part. 

Prt>fejfii  tame  and obedience, 

Ver.   57,  60. 

1  ^T"^  K  O  U  art  my  portion,  O  my  God  ; 

J^        Soon  as  I  know  thy  way, 
My  heart  makes  hafte  t'  obey  thy  word, 
And  fuffers  no  delay, 

Ver.   30,  14. 

2  I  chufe  the  path  of  heav'nly  truth, 
And  glory  in  rny  choke  : 

Not  all  the  riches  of  the  earth 
Could  make  me  fo  rejoice. 

3  The  teftimoniesof  thy  grace 
I  fet  before  my  eyes  ; 

Thence  I  derive  my  daily  ftrength, 
And  there  my  comfort  lies. 

Ver.    59. 

4  If  once  I  wander  from  thy  paths, 
I  think  upon  my  ways  ; 

Then  turn  my  feet  to  thy  commands, 
And  trull  thy  pard'ning  grace. 

Ver.    94,   114. 

5-  Now  I  am  thine,  for  ever  thine, 

O  lave  thy  fervant,  Lord  ! 
Thou  art  my  fhieid,  my  hiding  place  ; 

My  hope  is  in  thy  word. 

ViT.    112. 

6  Thou  hafcinclin'd  this  heart  of  mine 

Thy  itatutes  to  fulfil]  ; 
And  thus  'till  mortal  life  Ihall  end, 

VYoui:lJ  perform  thy  will. 

BSALM 


PSAL  M     CXIX.      231 

P  S  A  L  M     CXIX.     Fourth  Part. 

InjiruBion  from  fcripture. 

Ver.  9. 

1  rjOW  fhall  the  young  fecure  their  hearts, 
Jj,      And  guard  their  lives  from  lis  ? 

Thy  word  the  choiceft  rules  Imparts 
To  keep  the  confidence  clean. 

Ver.   130. 

2  When  once  it  enters  to  the  mind, 
It  fpreads  fuch  light  abroad, 

The  meaner!  fouls  initrudtion  find, 
And  raife  their  thoughts  to  God. 

Ver.   105. 

3  'Tis  like  the  fun,  a  heav'nly  light, 
Which  guides  us  all  the  day  ; 

And  through  the  dangers  of  the  night, 
A  lamp  to  lead  our  way. 

Ver.  99,   100, 

4  The  men  who  keep  thy  law  with  care, 
And  meditate  thy  word., 

Grow  wifer  than  their  teachers  are, 
And  better  know  the  Lord. 

Ver.   104,   113. 

5  Thy  precepts  make  me  truly  wife  : 
I  hate  the  fmner's  road  : 

I  hate  my  own  vain  thoughts  which  rife, 
But  love  thy  law,  my  God. 

Ver.  89,  90,  91. 
[6  The  ftarry  heav'ns  thy  rule  obey, 

The'earth  maintains  her  place  ; 
And  thefe  thy  fervants  night  and  day 
Thy  fkill  andpow'r  exprefs. 

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o32       PSAL  M     CXIX. 

7  But  full  thy  law  and  gofpel,  Lord, 

Have  lefibns  more  divine  : 
Not  earth  itands  firmer  than  thy  word. 

Nor  liars  io  nobly  mine.] 

Ver.   160,   140,  9,  116. 

S  Thy  word  is  everlarting  truth  ; 

How  pure  is  ev'ry  page  ! 
That  holy  book  mail  guide  our  youth, 

And  well  iupport  our  age. 

PSALM     CXIX.     Fifth    Tart. 

"Delight  infcripture  ',  or,    ths  word  of  God  d<welfiti$ 
in  us. 

Ver.    yj. 

1  /~\  Kovv  I  love  thy  holy  law, 
\jf     'Tis  daily  my  delight  ; 

And  thence  my  meditations  draw 
Divine  advice  by  night. 

Ver.   14?. 

2  My  waking  eyes  prevent  the  day. 
To  meditste  thy  word  ; 

My  foul  with  longing,  melts  away 
To  hear  thy  gofpel,  Lord. 

Ver.   3,    13,  54.     , 

3  How  doth  thy  word  my  heart  engage    I 
How  well  employ  my  tongue  ! 

And  in  my  tirefome  pilgrimage 
Yields  me  an  heav'nly  long. 

Ver.    19,    103, 

4  Am  I  a  ftranger,  or  at  home  : 
'Tis  my  perpet'al  fcait  ; 

Not  honey  dropping  from  the  comb. 
So  much  allures  the  taflc. 


P  S  A'L  M     CXIX.        133 

Ver.  72,   127. 

5  No  treafures  fo  enrich  the  mind  j 

Nor  fhall  thy  word  be  fold 
For  loads  of  fiiver  well  rehn'd, 

Nor  heaps  of  choiceft  gold. 

Ver.   28,  49,    175. 

When  nature  finks,  and  fpirits  droopj 
Thy  promifes  of  grace 
Are  pillars,  to  fupport  my  hope, 
And  there  I  write  thy  praife, 

PSALM     CXIX.        Sixth  Part, 

Holinefs  and  comfort  from  the  word. 

Ver.    128. 

1  Y     O  R  D,  I  eiieem  thy  judgments  ng'fl'^ 
1   j     And  all  thy  ftatutes  juft, 

Thence  I  maintain  a  conftant  fight 
With  ev'ry  flatt'ring  lull, 

m  Ver.    97,  9. 

2  Thy  precepts  often  J  iurvey  : 
I  keep  thy  law  in  fight, 

Through  all  the  bus'nefs  of  the  day. 
To  form  my  actions  rignt. 

Ver.    62, 

3  My  heart  in  midnight  nlence  crie#, 
<(  How  fweet  thy  comforts  be  !** 

My  thoughts  in  holy  wonder  rife, 
And  bring  their  thanks  to  thee. 

Ver.     162. 

4  And  when  my  fpirit  drinks  her  fill 
At  fome  good  word  of  thine, 

Not  mighty  men  who  mare  the  fpoil, 
Have  joys  cumpar'd  to  mifre. 

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*$p       PSALM     CXHT. 

P  S  A  L  M     CXIX.    SfewgA  />r*, 

ImperfeQion  cf  nature,  and  perfection  offcripiurea 
Ver.    96.     Paraphrafed. 

1  T      E  T  all  the  heathen  writers  join 
JL/     ^°  ^orm  one  Pei'fect  book  ; 

Great  God,  if  once  comparM  with  thine* 
How  mean  thfeir  writings  look  ! 

2  Not  the  moft  perfect  rules  they  gave- 
Could  fhew  one  fin  forgiv'n  ; 

Nor  lead  a  ftep  beyond  the  grave  ; 
But  thine  conduct  to  heav'n. 

3  I've  feen  an  end  of  what  we  call 
Perfection  here  below  ; 

How  {hurt  the  pow'rs  of  nature  fall,. 
Atrd  can  no  further  go  ! 

4  Yet  men  would  fain  be  juft  with  God,, 
By  works  their  hands  have  wrought  ^ 

But  thy  commands,  exceeding  broad, 
Extend  to  ev'ry  thought. 

5  In  vain  we  boai>  perfection  here, 
While  fin  defiles  our  frame  ; 

And  finks  our  virtues  down  fo  far, 
They  fcarce  deferve  the  name. 

6  Our  faith,  and  love,  and  ev'ry  grace 
Fall  fir  below  thy  word  ; 

But  perfect  truth  and  right'oufnefs 
Dwell  only  with  the  Lord. 

PSALM    CXIX.      Eighth  Part. 

The  word  of  God  is  the  faint' s  portion  ;  or,   the  ex- 
cellency and  'variety  offcriptun. 

1    T    ORD,  I  have  made  thy  word  my  choice, 

§  j     My  lailing  heritage  ; 
There  lhall  any  nobleft  pow'rs  rejoice, 
My  warmcu  thoughts  engage.  z  I'll 


PSALM     CXIX.        23s 

2  I'll  read  the  hilt'ries  of  thy  love, 

And  keep  thy  laws  in  £ght  ; 
While  thro'  thy  proraifes  I  rove 

With  ever-frefh  delight. 

j  'Tis  a  broad  land  of  wealth  unknown^ 

Where  fprings  of  life  ariie  ; 
Seeds  of  immorral  blifs  are  fcwn, 

And  hidden  glory  lies. 

4  The  belt  relief  which  mourners  have, 

It  makes  our  forrcws  bleil  ; 
€)ur  faireft  hope  beyond  the  grave,  • 

And  our  eternal  reft. 

PSALM     CXIX.     Ninth  Part. 

Before  of  ksicwleJgs  ;   or,    the  teachings  of  the  fbi~ 
rit  with  the  -azord. 

Ver.  64,  68,  igj 

1  ^"T^HY  mercies  fill  the  earth,  O  Lord,, 

J[        How  good  thy  works  appear  1 
Open  mine  eyes  to  read  thy  word, 
And  fee  thy  wonders  there. 

Ver.  73-,   125. 

2  My  heart  was  faihion'd  by  thy  hand> 
My  fervice  is  thy  due  ; 

O  make  thy  fervant  underftand. 
The  duties  he  mull  do  ! 

Ver.  19. 

3  Since  I'm  a  ftranger  here  below, 
Let  not  thy  path  be  hid  ; 

But  mark  the  road  my  feet  fhould  go^. 
And  be  my  conftant  guide. 

Ver.  26. 

4  When  I  confefs'd  my  wand'r'ng  ways, 
Tkou  beards  my  foul  complain  ;.  G-ran': 


<2$6     PSALM      CXIX. 

Grant  me  the  teachings  of  thy  grace. 
Or  I  fhall  Itray  again. 

Ver.  33,  34. 

5  If  God  to  me  his  ftatutes  ihew, 
And  heav'nly  truth  impart, 

Kis  work  for  ever  I  11  pnrfue, 
His  law  mail  rule  my  heart. 

Ver.  50,  71. 

6  This  was  my  comfort,  when  I  bore 
Variety  of  grief ; 

It  made  me  learn  thy  word  the  more, 
And  fly  to  that  relief. 

Ver.    51. 

[7  In  rain  the  proud  deride  me  now  ; 

I'll  ne'er  forget  thy  law, 
Nor  let  that  blefTed  goipel  go, 

Whence  all  my  hopes  I  draw. 

Ver.     27,     17  f. 

S  When  I  have  learn'd  my  Father's  will, 

I'll  teach  the  world  his  ways  ; 
My  thankful  iips  in  pirM  with  zeal 

Shall  loud  pronounce  his  praife.] 

PSALM      CXIX.     Tenth  Part, 
Pleading  the  promij'es. 

Ver.  38,  49. 

j   TJEHOLD  thy  waiting  fervant,  Lord, 

Xj     Devoted  to  thy  fear  ! 
Remember  and  confirm  thy  word, 

For  all  my  hopes  are  there. 

Ver.  41,  58,  107. 
3.  Haft  thou  not  writ  falvatioti  down, 
And  promis'd  quick' ning  grace  ? 

Dotk 


PSALM     CXIX.         237 

Doth  sot  my  heart  aJdrefs  thy  throne  ? 
And  yet  thy  love  delays. 

Ver.  123,42. 

3  Mine  eyes  for  thy  falvation  fail  ; 
O  bear  thy  fervant  up  ; 

Nor  let  the  icoitmg  lips  prevail, 
Which  dare  reproach  my  hope. 

Ver.  49,  74. 

4  Didit  thcu  not  raife  my  faith,  O  Lord  ?         * 
Then  let  thy  truth  appear  : 

Saints  mail  rejoice  in  my  reward, 
And  truft,  as  well  as  fear. 

PSALM     CXIX.  Eleventh  Part, 

Breathing  after  bolinefs. 
Ver.     5,     33. 
That  the  Lord  would  guide  my  ways 
To  keep  his  iiatutes  ftill  ! 
O  that  my  God  would  grant  me  grace 
To  know  and  do  his  will  ! 

Ver.     29. 

2  O  fend  thy  fpirit  down  to  write 
Thy  law  upon  my  heart  3 

Nor  let  my  tongue  indulge  deceit. 
Nor  act  the  iia.-'s  part. 

Ver.  363  %j. 

3  From  vanity  turn  off  my  eyes  5 
Let  no  corrupt  defigtt, 

Nor  covetous  de fires  arife 
Within  this  ioul  of  mine. 

Ver.    133. 

4  Order  my  footfteps  by  thy  word;. 

Ana  n^  ir,v. heart  iiacere  » 

Let 


233       PSALM     CXIX. 

Let  fin  have  no  dominion,  Lord, 
But  keep  my  conference  clear. 

Ver.   176. 

5  My  foul  hath  ^one  too  far  afcray ; 
My  feet  too  often  flip  ; 

Yet,  fmce  I've  not  forgot  thy  way, 
Reilefe  thy  watering  fheep. 

Ver.    35 . 

6  Make  me  to  walk  in  thy  commmands  ; 
'Tis  a  delightful  road  : 

Nor  let  rny  head,  or  heart,  or  hands, 
Offend  againit  my  God. 

PSALM     CXIX.     Twelfth  Tart. 
Breathing  after  comfort  and  deliver ance. 
Ver.    153. 
i   T\/TY  GoD,confidermy  diftrefs, 
lVJl     Let  mercy  plead  my  caufe  ; 
Tho'  I  have  finn'd  againft  thy  graee, 
I  can't  forget  thy  laws, 

Ver.  39,   1 16. 

2  Forbid,  forbid  the  (harp  reproach, 
Which  I  fo  juftly  fear; 

Uphold  my  life,  uphold  my  hopes, 
Nor  let  my  fhame  appear. 

Ver.   122.   135. 

3  Ee  thou  a  farety,  Lord,  for  me, 

Nor  let  the  proud  opprefs  ; 
Bat  make  thy  waiting  iervant  fee 
*The  minings  of  thy  face. 

Ver.     82. 

a  Mv  eyes  with  expectation  fail, 

My  heart  within  me  cri-   ,  When 


PSALM     CXIX.        -39 

When  ^r  11  the  Lord  his  truth  fulfil, 
And  make  my  comforts  rife  ? 

Ver.    132. 

r  Look  down  upon  my  for  rows,  Lord, 

And  Ihew  thy  grace  the  fame, 
As  thou  art  ever  wont  t'-- afford 

To  thofe  who  love  thy  name. 

PSALM      CXIX.     Thirteenth  Tart, 

Holy  fear,  and  tendermfs  of  confeience. 

Ver.  10. 

1  T  T  7ITH  my  whole  heart  Pve  fought  thy  face, 

V V     o  ^et  me  "ever  ftray 

From  thy  commands,  O  God  of  grace., 

Nor  tread  the  iinner's  way. 

Ver.  11. 

2  Thy  word  I've  hid  within  my.  heart, 
To  keep  my  confeience  clean, 

And  be  an  everla^ing  guard 
.From  ev'ry  rifing  fin.  ( 

.     Ver,  63,  53,  158. 

3  I'm  a  companion  of  the  faints, 
Who  fear  and  love  the  Lord  ; 

My  forrows  rile,  my  nature  faints, 
When  men  tranfgrefs  thy  word. 

Ver.  161,  163. 

4  While  finners  do  thy  gofpel  wrong, 
My  fpirit  ftands  in  awe  ; 

My  foul  abhors  the  lying  tongue, 
But  love.-  thy  right'ous  law. 

Ver.  161,  120. 

5  My  heart,  with  facred  rev' re  nee,  hears 

The  threat'nings  of  thy  word  ;  My 


s4o       PSALM     CXIX, 

My  fle<h  with  holy  trembling  fears 

The  judgments  of  the  I 

Ver.  16&174. 
6  My  God,  I  long,  I  hope,  I  wait 

For  thy  falvation  ftill  ; 
While  thy  whole  law  is  my  delight, 

And  I  obey  thy  will. 

P  S   A  L   M     CXIX.     Fourteenth  Part. 

Benefit  of  affli&ioss,  and  f upper t  under  them, 

Ver.  153,  81,  82. 

1  /CONSIDER  all  my  forrows,  Lord, 
\^ji     And  thy  deliv'rance  fend  ; 

My  foul  for  thy  falvation  faints  : 
When  will  my  troubles  end  ? 

Ver.  71. 

2  Yet  I  have  found  'tis  good  for  me 
To  be?r  my  Father's  rod  ; 

Afflictions  make  me  learn  thy  law, 
And  live  upon  my  God. 

Ver.  50. 

3  This  is  the  comfort  I  enjoy 
When  new  diftrefs  begins  : 

I  read  thy  word,  I  run  thy  way, 
And  hate  my  former  fins. 

Ver.  92. 

4  Had  net  thy  word  been  my  delight, 
When  earthly  joys  were  fled, 

My  foil',  oppreft  with  forrow's  weight, 
Had  funk  amongit  the  dead. 

Ver.  75. 

5  I  know  thy  judgments,  Lord,  are  right, 
Tho'  they  may  feem  fevere  ; 


The 


PSAL  M    CXIX.         24  jj 

The  fharpeit  fufPrings  I  endure 
Flow  from  thy  faithful  care. 

Ver.  67, 

6  Before  1  knew  thy  ehait'ning  rod. 

My  feet  were  apt  to  Sray  ; 
<Bu:  now  I  learn  to  keep  thy  word* 

Nor  wander  from  thy  way. 

PS.ALM     CXIX.   Fifteen:]?  Fart, 

Holy  rejection. 
Ver.  93. 
That  thy  ilatutes,  ev'ry  hoar, 


Might  awe']  upon  my  mind  ! 
Thence  I  derive  a  quick'ning  pow'r, 
And  daiiy  peace  I  rmd. 

Ver.  15,  16. 

2  To  meditate  thy  precepts.,  Lord, 
Shall  he  ray  fweet  employ  ; 

My  foul  ihall  ne'er  forget  thy  word, 
Thy  word  is  ail  my  joy, 

Ver.  32. 

3  How  would  I  run  in  thy  commands, 
If  thou  my  heart  ciicha^ge 

From  im  and  fatan's  hateful  chains, 
And  fet  my  feet  at  Jatge  1 

Ver.  13,  46. 

4  My  lips  with  courage  (hall  declare 
Thy  Satates  and  thy  name  : 

I'll  fpeak  thy  word,  tho'  kings  mould  hear« 
Nor  yield  to  fmful  ihame. 

Ver.  61,  6g,  70, 

5  Let  bands  of  perfecutors  rife 
To  rob  me  of  my  right, 

W  Lei- 


242  PSALM     CXIX 

Let  pride  and  malice,  forge  their  lies, 
Thy  law  is  rny  delight. 

Ver.  ii£. 

6  Depart  from  me,  ye  wicked  race, 
Whofe  hands  and  hearts  are  ill  ! 

1  love  my  God,  I  love  his  ways, 

And  muft  obey  his  will. 

PSALM     CXIX.     Sixteenth   P.m. 

Prayer  for  quickening  grace. 
Ver.   25,     S7. 

i    1\/T  Y  *"oul  iies  cleaving  to  the  daft  ; 

1VX     Lord,  give  me  life  divine  ; 
From,  vain  defires  and  ev'ry  lull 

Turn  of  thefe  eyes  of  mine. 

2  I  need  the  infl'ence  of  thy  grace 
To  fpeed  me  in  my  way, 

Left  I  mould  loiter  in  my  race, 
Or  turn  my  feet  ailray. 

Ver.   107. 

3  When  fore  afflictions  prefs  me  down, 
I  need  thy  quick'ning  pow'rs  ; 

Thy  word  which  I  have  refted  on 
Shall  help  my  heav'eit  hours. 

Ver.    156,   40. 

4  Are  not  thy  mercies  iov'reign  flill, 
And  thou  a  faithful  God  ? 

Wilt  thou  not  grant  me  warmer  zeal 
To  run  the  heav'nly  road  ? 

Ver.   159,  40. 

5  Ik^s  not  my  heart  thy  precepts  love, 
And  long  to  fee  thy  face  ! 


And 


PSAL  M     CXIX.  24j 

And  yet  how  flow  my  fplrits  move 
Without  enliv'niag  grace  ! 

Ver.    g$. 

6  Then  Hi  all  I  love  thy  gofpel  more. 

And  ne'er  forget  thy  word, 
When  I  have  felt  its  quick'ning  pow'r 
*   To  draw  me  near  the  Lord. 

PSALM     CXIX.      Seventeenth   Part. 

Courage  and  perfeverance    under  perfection  ;    ora 
grace  Jhining  in  difficulties  and  trials. 

Ver.   143,  28. 

%  "fTTHEN  pain  and  anguifh  feize  me.  Lord; 

yy        All  my  fupport  is  from  thy  word  : 
My  foul  diffolves  for  heavinefs  ; 
Uphold  me  with  thy  ftrength'ning  graee. 

Ver.  5 1,  6jy   no. 

2  The  proud  have  fram'd  their  fcofrs  and  iies> 
They  watch  my  feet  with  env'ous  eyes, 
And  tempt  my  foul  tofnares  and  fin  j 

Yet  thy  commands  I  ne'er  decline, 

Ver.   1 6 1,  78. 

3  They  hate  me,  Lord",  without  a  caufe, 
They  hate  to  fee  me  love  thy  laws  ; 

But  I  will  trull  and  fear  thy  name, 
JTill  pride  and  malice  die  with  ihame. 

PSALM     CXIX.       Loft  Part. 
Sanclified  affi&ions  ;    or,   delight    in    the   ncerd  of 
God. 
Ver.     6j,  59/. 

1   inATHER,  I  blefs  thy  gentle  hand  3 

JH    Hew  kind  was  thy  chaiiizing  rod, 
Which  fore'd  my  conference  to  a  Hand, 
And  brought  my  wand'ring  foul  to  God. 

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S44  PSAL  M       CXX. 

2  Foolifh  and  vain  I  went  aftrav\ 
E'er  I  had  felt  thy  fcottrges,  Lord, 
I  left  my  guide,  and  loll  my  way, 
But  now  I  love  and  keep  thy  word. 

Ver.     71. 

3  'Tis  good  for  me  to  wear  the  yoke, 
For  pride  is  apt  to  rile  and  fwell  ; 
'Tis  good  to  bear  my  Father's  ilroke, 
That  I  might  learn  his  ftatutes  wcii. 

Ver.     72. 

4  The  law  which  iiTues  from  thy  moutlt 
Shall  raife  my  chearful  pafiions  mere 
Than  ail  the  treafnres  of  the  oouib, 

Or  JVejtcrii  hills  of  golden  ore. 

Ver.    73.; 

5  Thy  hands  have  made  my  mortal  frame, 
Thy  fpirit  form'd  my  foal  wifckig  ; 
Teach  me  to  know  thy  wond'rous  name, 
And  guard  me  faie  from  death  and  fin. 

Ver.     74. 

6  Then  all  who  love  and  fear  the  Lord, 
At  my  falvation  mail  rejoice  : 

For  I  have  hoped  in  thy  word, 
And  made  thy  grace  my  only  choice. 

PSALM      CXX. 

Complaint    of  quarrel/smi    neighbours  ;    or,  a    ae 
want  nuijbfor  feace. 

1  >~|p  H  O  U  God  of  love,  thou  ever-bleft, 

j[        Pi^y  my  furring  Mate  ; 
When  wilt  thou  fet  my  foul  at  reft 
From  lips  which  love  deceit  ? 

2  Hard  lot  of  mine  !   my  days  are  call 
Among  the  lens  c;'  ftrifej 

Whofe 


PSALM    CXXI.      245 

Whofe  never-ceafing  brawlings  wafte 
My  golden  hours  of  life, 

3  O  !  might  I  fly  to  change  my  place,- 
How  would  I  choofe  to  dwell 

In  fome  wild  lonefeme  wildernefs, 
And  leave  thefe  gates  of  hell  ! 

4  Peace  is  the  blefllag  which  I  feek, 
How  lovely  are  its  charms  ! 

I  am  for  peace  ;  but  when  I  fpeak, 
They  all  declare  for  arms. 

5  New  paffions  ftill  their  fouls  engage, 
And  keep  their  malice  ftro-ng  : 

What  mail  be  done  to  curb  thy  rage, 
X>  thou  devouring  tongue  ? 

6  Should  burning  arrows  fmite  thee  throy 
Stricl  juflice  would  approve  ; 

But  I  had  rather  fpare  my  foe, 
And  melt  his  heart  with  love. 

PSAL  M     CXXI.     Long  Metre* 

Divine  froteciisn. 

1  ¥  T  P  to  the  Mils  I  lift  mine  eyes, 

\J  Th'  eternal  kills  beyond  the  ikies  f 
Thence  all  her  help  my  foul  derives  5 
There  my  almighty  refuge  lives. 

2  He  lives,  the  everl ailing  God, 

Wh@  built  the  world,  who  fpread  the  flood, 
The  heav'ns  with  all  their  hofls  he  made, 
And  the  dark  regions  of  the  dead. 

3  He  guides  our  feet,  he  guards  our  way  ; 
His  morning  fmiles  blefs  all  the  day, 
Hefpreads  the  ev'ning  veil,  and  keeps 
The  filent  hours  while  tfr'el  freeps. 

4  IfrUU  a  name  divinely  bleft, 
May  rife  fecure,  fecurely  reft  | 

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246        P  S  A  L  M    CXXE 

Thy  h«ly  Guard'an's  wakeful  eyes 
Admit  no  (lumber  nor  furprife. 

5  No  fun  (hall  fmite  thy  head  by  day,. 
Nor  the  pale  moon  with  fickly  ray 
Shall  blaft  thy  couch  :  no  baleful  (tar 
Dare  his  malignant  (ire  fa  far. 

6  Should  earth  and  hell  with  malice  burrs* 
Still  thou  (halt  go,  and  frill  return, 

Safe  in  the  Lord  ;  his  heav'niy  care 
Defends  thy  life  from  ev'ry  {hare. 

7  On  thee  foul  fpirits  have  no  pow'r  ; 
And  in  thy  laft  departing  hour, 
Angels,  who  trace  the  airy  road, 
Shall  bear  thee  homeward  to  thy  God. 

PSALM     CXXJ.     Common   Metre*. 
Preformation  by  day  and  nigkt. 

1  '  i  ^  O  heaven  I  lift  my  waiting  eyes  t. 

X        There  all  my  hopes  are  ia;d, 
The  Lord  who  built  the  earth  and  flues, 
Is  my  perpet'al  aid* 

2  Their  feet  (hall  never  (Tide  to  fail> 
Whom  he  defigns  to  keep  ; 

His  ear  attends  the  fofteft  call  ; 
His  eyes  can  never  deep. 

3  He  will  fuftain  our  wreaked:  pow'rs 
With  his  almighty  arm  ; 

And  watch  our  moil  unguarded  hours 
Againli  furpriiing  harm. 

4  lfryel  rejoice,  and  reft  lecure  ; 
Thy  keeper  is  the  Lord  ; 

His  wakeful  eyes  employ  his  pow'r 
For  thine  eternal  guard. 

5  No  fcorching  fun,  nor  fkkly  moon. 
Shall  have  his  leave  to  finite  i 


PSALM     CXXI.     247 

Ke  tiields  thy  head  from  burning  noon, 
From  blading  damps  at  night, 

6  Fie  guards  thy  foul,  he  keeps  thy  breath* 

Where  chickeit  dangers  come  ; 
Go,  and  return  iecure  from  death9 

'Till  God  commands  thee  home, 

P   S  A  L  M      CXXL 
God  cur  prsfer-t'er. 

1  Y  T  PWARt)  I  lift  mine  eyes, 

%^J      From  God  13  all  my  aid  1 
The  God  who  built  the  ikies, 
And  earth  and  nature  made  : 

God  is  the  tow'r 

To  which  I  My  ; 

His  grace  is  nigh 

In  ev'ry  hour. 

2  My  fett  ftiall  never  ilide^ 
i\nd  fall  in  fatal  fnares, 

Since  God  mv  guard  and  guide. 
Defend  me  from  my  fear*. 

Thofe  wakeful  eyes 

Which  never  fleep, 

Shall  IjVel  keep 

When  dangers  rife. 

3  No  burning  heats  by  day, 
Nor  blails  of  ev'ning  air 
Snail  take  my  health  away. 
If  God  be  with,  me  there  : 

-    Thou  art  my  fun., 
And  thou  my  ihade3  ' 
To  guard  my  head 
By  night  or  noon. 

4  Halt  thou  not  givm  thy  word 
To  fave  my  foul  from  death  ? 
And  I  can  trail  my  Lord 

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248       PSALM    CXXIL 

I'll  go  and  come. 
Nor  fear  to  die, 
'Till  from  on  kigh 
Thou  call  me  home. 

PSAL  M     CXXII.     Common  Metre, 

Going   to  church. 

i   TT  O  W  did  my  heart  rejoice  to  hear 
XI     My  friends  devoutly  fey, 

In  Ziou  let  us  all  appear, 
And  keep  the  folemn  d&y  ? 

2  I  love  her  gates,  I  love  the  road  : 
The  church  adorn'd  with  grace, 

Stands  like  a  palace  built  for  God, 
To  mew  his  milder  face, 

3  Up  to  her  courts  with  joys  unknowa,; 
The  holy  tribes  repair  ; 

The  Son  of  David  holds  his  throne, 
Aud  fits  in  judgment  there. 

4  He  hears  our  praifes  and  complaints 
And,  while  his  awful  voice 

Divides  the  fmners  from  the  faints. 
We  tremble  and  rejoice. 

5  Peace  be  within  this  facred  place, 
And  joy  a  conftant  gueft  ! 

With  holy  gifts  and  heav'nly  grace 
Be  her  attendants  bleir  ! 

6  My  foul  fhall  pray  for  Zion  ftill, 
While  life  or  breath  remains  ; 

There  my  beft  friends,  my  kindred  dwell  r 
There  God,  my  Sayieur  reigns. 


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FSALM    CXXII.  .  CXXIII.    249 

PSALM       CXXII. 
Going  to    church, 

1  TJOW  pleaa'd  and  .bleft  was  I 
X  JL     To  hear  the  people  cry, 

Come,  let  us  feel  our  God  to  day  ; 

Yes.  with  a  chearful  zeal, 

We  haile  to  Zionh  hill. 
And  there  our  vows  and  honors  pa/, 

2  Z<0«,  thrice  happy  place  ! 
Adorn'"  d  with  wond'rous  grace, 

And  walls  of  iirength  embrace  thee  round  5 

In  thee  cur  tribes  appear, 

To  prav  and  praife  and  hear 
The  facred  gofpel's  joyful  found. 

3  There  David's  greater  Son 
Has  fix'd  his  royal  throne, 

He  fits  for  grac^e  and  judgment  there  $ 

He  bids  the  faints  be  glad, 

And  makes  the  iinner  fad, 
And  humble  fouls  rejoice  with  fear. 

4  May  peace  attend  thy  gate, 
And  joy  within  thee  wait 

To  blefs  the  foal  of  ev'ry  gusli  ! 

The  roan  who  feeks  thy  peace, 

And  withes  thine  increafe, 
A  thoufand  blefiings  on  him  reft ! 

5  My  tongue  repeats  her  vows, 
Peace  to  this  facred  houfe  f 

For  there  my    friends  and  kindred  dwell  £ 
And  fnce  nay  glor'ous  God 
Makes  thss  his  bled  abode, 
My  ioui  fhall  ever  love  thee  well  ! 

P  S  A  L  M     CXXIII. 
Pleading   ^ith  juhmijiun. 
I    (^\   Thou  whofe  grace  and  juftice  reigii 
%^j?     Enthron'd  above  the  ikies,  Ts 


250    PSALM      CXXIV. 

ee  oar  hearts  would  tel]  their  pain, 
To  thee  we  lift  our  eyes  ! 

2  As  ;'  -tch  their  mailer's  hand, 
An d  •   itroke  ; 

Or  maias  befoi  n  iftrefs  ftand, 

And  wait  a  peaceful  look  : 

3  So,  for  our  fins,  we  juftly  feel 
Thj  tie,  O  God  ; 

Yet  wait  the  c^acio^s  moment  ilill, 
'Till  thoa  remove  thy  red. 

4  TLofe  who  in  wealth  and  pleafure  live.. 
Our  daily  groans  deride  ; 

And  thy  delays  of  mercy  give 
Frefn  courage  to  their  pride. 

5  Our  fee?  infult  us,  but  our  hope 
In  thy  compaffion  lies  ; 

This  thought  ftiall  bear  our  fpirits  up, 
That  Gob  will  not  defpiie. 

PSALM      CXXIV. 

Afongfor  the  §tb   of  November. 

1  TJ  A  D  no:  the  Lord,  may  I/r'el  fay, 

X  1.  "■  the  Lord  maintained  our  fide, 

When  men,  to  make  our  lives  a  prey, 
Rofe  like  the  fwelliag  of  the  tide  : 

2  The  f  •  elling  tide  had  ftopt  our  breath, 
So  fi  I  tne  waters  roil, 

:  n  fvallow'd  deep  in  death  ; 
]  .  J  o'erwhelm'd  our  foul. 

3  W«  '  y.  we  ihout  and  fing, 
Who                   '■':  the  fatal  ftroke; 

le  bii  !,  wi  h  cbearful  win^, 
the  fuller's  incse  is  broke. 

4  For  ever  Uefied  ^e  the  Lord. 
Who  broke  the  fowler's  curfed  fnare, 

Who 


PSALM     CXXV.      251 

Who  fav'd  us  from  the  murd'ring  fword. 
And  made  our  lives  and  fouls  his  care. 

5   Our  help  is  in  Jehovah's  name, 
Who  fbrm'd  the  earth  and  built  the  fides  ; 
He  who  upholds  that  wcnd'rous  n-ame, 
Guards  his  own  church  with  watchful  eyes. 

PSALM     CXXV.     Common   Metre. 

^Tbe  faints  trial  and  fafety, 

1  TTNSHAKEN  as  the  facred  hill, 

\J      And  firm  as  mountains  be, 
Firm  as  a  rock  the  foul  (hall  reft, 
Who  leans,  O  Lord,  on  thee. 

2  Not  walls  nor  hills  could  guard  fo  well 
Old  Sakw's  happy  ground, 

As  thofe  eternal  arms  of  love, 
Which  ev'ry  faint  furround. 

3  While  tyrants  are  a  fmarting  fcourge 
To  drive  them  near  to  God, 

Divine  companion  does  allay 
The  fury  of  the  rod. 

4  Deal  gently,  Lord,  with  fouls  fmcere, 
And  lead  them  fafely  on 

To  the  bright  gates  of  paradife, 
Where  Chrift  their  Lord  is  gone. 

5  But  if  we  trace  thofe  wicked  ways 
W^hich  the  old  ferpent  drew, 

The  wrath  which  drove  him  firft  to  hell 
Shall  fmite  his  fclPwers  too. 

PSALM     CXXY.       Short  Metre. 

The  faint*  s  trial  and  fafety  ;   or,   moderated  afflic* 
/  tions. 

I  R  M  and  unmov'd  are  they 
Who  reft  their  fouls  on  Gob  j 

Firm 


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z$2      PSALM     CXXVL 

Firm  as  the  mount  where  David  dwelt, 
Or  where  tl  .  Je. 

2  As  mountains  lto6d  to  gu 

Tha  ck_ 
So  God  ana  his  a  lovd 

Embrace  his  faints  around. 

3  What,  tho'  the  Father's  rod 
Drop  a  chaftifing  ftroke  r 

Yet,  ]  heir  fouls  too  deep. 

Its  fury  mall  be  broke. 

4  Deal  gendy,  Lord,  with  thcfe 

)fe  faith  and  pious  fear, 
Whofe  hope,  and  love,  and  ev'ry  grace 
Prcclaim  their  hearts  iincere. 

5  Nor  fhall  the  tyrant's  rage 
Too  loig  oppreis  the  faint  ; 

Th e  G  z d  of  //:•-'£ /  will  fuppor t 
His  children,  left  they  faint  ; 

6  But  if  our  flavifh  fear 
Will  chufe  the  road  to  hell, 

portion  there, 
finners  dwell. 

PSALM       CX-XVI.       Long  Metre. 

Surprijing    Deliverance. 
I    TI7HEN  God  reitor'd  our  captive  flate, 
V V    ]°Y  was  our  fi^gj  an^  grace  our  theme 
The  grace  beyond  our  hopes  fo  great, 
That  joy  appear'd  a  painted  dream. 

t  Tl  e  (coffer  owns  thy  hand,  and  pays 
Unwilling  honors  to  thy  name  ; 

le  we  with  pleafures  fhout  thy  praife, 
With  chearful  notes  thy  love  proclaim. 

^  When  we  review  our  difmal  fears, 
'Twas  hard  to  think  they'd  vanim  10  ; 

i  God  we  left  our  flowing  tears, 
He  make*  our  joys  like  river*  flow.  4  The 


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P  S  A  L  m    CXXVI.. 

4  The  man  who  In  Ins  farrow'd  field, 
His  fcatter'd  feed  with  fadnefs  leaves, 
Will  mout  to  fee  the  harveft  yield 
A  welcome  load  of  joyful  fheaves. 

P  S  A  L  M    CXXVI.     Common  Metro; 

*Tbe  joy  of  a  remarkable  conwerjion  ;  or,    melancholy 
re?no--jed. 

HEN  God  reveaPd  his  gracious  name 
And  chang'd  my  ssparoful  ilate, 
My  rapture  feenfd  a  pleafing  dream, 
The  grace  appeared  fo  great. 

2  The  world  beheld  the  glor'ous  change, 
And  did  thy  hand  confds  : 

My  tongue  broke  out  in  unknown  ilrains, 
Andfung  furpriiing  grace. 

3  Great  is  the  ivor k,  my  neighbours  cry  'd9   * 
And  own'd  thy  p-ow'r  divine  ; 

Great  is  the  work,  my  heart  reply  ?d, 
And  be  the  glory  thine. 

4  The  Lord  can  clear  the  darkeft  fkies3 
Can  give  us  day  for  night, 

Make  drops  of  facred  forrow  rife 
To  rivers  of  delight. 

5  Let  thofe  who  fow  in  fadnefs,  wait 
'Till  the  Hair  liarveft  come  ; 

Thev  fhall  cornels  their  {heaves  are  great, 
And  mout  the  bleiiinQs  home. 

6  Tho*  feed  lie  bnry'd  long  in  duft, 
It  (han't  deceive  their  hope  ! 

The  precious  grain  can  ne'er  be  loft, 
For  grace  infures  the  crop. 


X  PSALM 


£54       PSALM     CXXVII. 

PSALM      CXXVII.    Long   Metre. 

The  blejjing  of  Ged  on  the    bvfinefs    and  comforts   ef 
life. 

1  T  F  God  fucceed  not  ;  r.ll  the  coft 

J[  And  pains  to  build  the  houfe  are  loft : 
If  God   the  city  will  not  keep, 
The  watchful  guards  as  well  may  fleep. 

2  What  if  you  rife  before  the  fun, 
And  work  and  toil  whea  day  is  done, 
Careful  and  fparing  eat  your  bread, 
To  fhun  that  poverty  you  dread  ? 

%  'Tis  all  in  vain  'till  God  hath  bleft  ; 
He  can  make  rich,  yet  give  us  reft  ; 
Children  and  friends  are  ble  flings  too, 
If  God  our  fov'reign  makes  them  fo. 

4  Hsppy  the  man  to  whom  he  fends 
Obei'eut  children,  faithful  friends  ! 
H^iow  fweet  our  daily  comforts  prove 
When  they  are  feafon'd  with  his  love. 

PSALM     CXXVII.     Common   Metre. 

God  All  in  All. 

j   TF    God  to  build   the  hou/e  deny, 

jj[     The  builders  work  in  vain  ; 
And  towns,  without  his  wakeful  eye, 

An  ufelefj  wa'ch  ma'ntain. 
2  Before  the  morning  beams  arife, 

Your  painful  work  renew  ; 
And  till  the  ftars  afcend  the  fides, 

Your  tirefome  toil  purfue. 
|  Short  be  your  fleep,  and  coarfe  your  fare, 

In  vain,  'til!  God  has  bleft  ; 
But  if  his  fmiles  attend  your  care, 

You  (hall  have  food  and  reft. 

jl  Nor  children,  relatives,  nor  friends 

fchall  real  bit-flings  prove,  Nor 


PSALM    CXXVIIL  CXXIX. 

Nor  all  the  earthly  joys  he  fends, 
If  fent  without  his  iove. 

PSALM      CXXVIIL 

Family    hlejjings . 

1  4T\  Happy  man  whofe  foul  is  £h'd 
\J     With  zeal  and  rev'rend  awe  I 

Kis  lips  to  God  their  honors  yield, 
His  life  adorns  the  law. 

2  A  careful  providence  {hall  Hand 
And  ever  guard  thy  head, 

Shall  on  the  labors  of  thy  hand 
Its  kindly  bieffings  ihed. 

3  Thy  wife  {hall  be  a  fruitful  vine  5 
Thy  children  round  thy  board, 

Each  like  a  plant  of  honor  fhine, 
And  learn  to  fear  the  Lord. 

4  The  Lord  ftiall  thy  heft  hopes  fulfil 

For  months  and  years  to  come  ; 

The  Lord,  who  dwells  on  Zion's  hill, 

Shall  fend  thee  bieffings  home. 

5  This  is  the  man  whofe  happy  eyes 
Shall  fee  his  houfe  increafe  ; 

Shall  fee  the  finking  church  ariie, 
Then  leave  the  world  in  peace. 

PSALM     CXXIX. 

Perfec titers  punijbcd. 

1  T  T  P  from  my  youth,  may  Ifr'elfay, 

\J      Have  I  been  nurs'd  in  tears  ; 
My  griefs  were  con  franc  as  the  day, 
And  ted'ous  as  the  years. 

2  Up  from  my  youth  I  bore  the  rag® 
Of  all  thefonsofftrlfe  ; 

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sc6       PSAL  M     CXXX. 

Oft  they  aflail-'d  ;ny  riper  age, 
Bdi  not  deftroy'd  my  I 

3  Their  cruel  plow  had  torn  my  flcfii, 
With  furrows  long  and  d<:ep, 

Hourly  they  vex'd  my  wounds  afrem, 
Nor  let  my  forrov/s  fieep. 

4  The  Lo-d  grew  angry  en  his  throne, 
And,  with  impartial  eye, 

Meafur'd  the  mifchiefs  they  had  done, 
And  let  his  arrows  fly. 

5  How  was  their  ir:"  lence  furpris'd 
To  hear  his  thunders  roll  ! 

And  all  the  foes  of  Zion  feiz'd 
With  horror  to  the  foul  ! 

6  Thus  fhaii  the  men  who  hate  the  faints 
Be  blafted  from  the  iky  ; 

Their  glory  fade,  their  courage  faint, 
•^^nd  all  tkeir  projtvis  die. 

[7  What  tho'  they  flourifh  tall  and  fair  ? 

They  have  no  root  beneath  ; 
Their  growth  {Hall  perifh  in  defpair, 

And  lie  datfpis'd  in  deathy] 

S   [So  corn  which  on  the  hcufe-top  ftands, 

No  hope  o  f  h  a  r  v  e  ft  g  i  v  e  s  ; 
The  reaper  ne'er  fr.all  fill  his  hand?, 

Nor  binder  fold  the  (heaves. 

9  I:  fprings  and  withers  on  the  place  ; 

No  traveller  bellows 
A  word  of  biefling  on  the  grafs, 

Nor  minds  it  as  he  goes,] 

PSALM     CXXX.     Common  Metis* 
Pardoning  grace. 
T  ofthejdeeps  ©f  long  difkefs, 
\j/     ''-  cs  o£  (iefbaix, 


PSALM     CXXX.       25 

1  Tent  my  cries  to  feek  thy  grace, 
My  groans   to  move  thine  ear. 

2  Great  God,  mould  thy  feverer  eye. 
And  thine  impartial  hand 

Mark  and  revenge  iniquity, 
No  mortal  flefh  could  ftahd. 

3  But  there  are  pardons  with  ray  Go© 
For  crimes  of  high  degree  ; 

Thy  Son  has  bought  them  with  his  blood 
To  draw  us  near  to  thee. 

[4  I  wait  for  thy  falvation,  Lord, 

With  ftrong  defires  I  wait  ; 
My  foul  invited  by  thy  word, 

Stands  watching  at  thy  gate.] 

[5   Jufl  as  the  guards  who  keep  the  night' 

Long  for  the  morning  (Vies, 
Watch  the  firft  beams  of  breaking  light, 

And  meet  them  with  their  eyes  ; 

6  So  waits  my  foul  to  fee  thy  grace, 
And j  more  intent  than  they, 

Meets  the  firft  op'nings  of  thy  face, 
And  finds  a  brighter  day.] 

7  Then  in  the  Lord  ht  IjVel  trull, 
Let  Ifr'el  leek  his  face, 

The  Lord  is  good  as  well  as  juM, 
And  plent'ous  is  his  grace. 

8  There's  full  redemption  at  his  throne 
For  (inners  long  eriflaVd  ; 

The  great  Redeemer  is  his  Son  ; 
And^Vmallbefav'd. 

PSALM      CXXX.     Long    Metre. 

Pardoning   grace, 

I   YpRGM  deep  difrrefs  and  troubled  thoughts* 
j[/    To  thee,,  my  God,  I  raifq  my  cries : 

X  3  X£ 


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If  thou  feverely  mark  our  faults, 
No  Sefh  can  itand  before  thine  eyes. 

I  built  thy  throne  of  grace, 
Free  to  difpenie  thy  pardons  there  ; 
That  finners  may  approach  thy  face, 
And  hope,  and  love,  as  well  as  fear. 

3   As  the  benighted  pilgrims  wait, 
And  long  and  wi(h  for  breaking  day, 
So  waits  my  foul  before  thy  gate  : 
When  will  my  Geo  his  face  difplay  ? 

^  My  truft  is  fix'd  upon  thy  word, 
Nor  Ihall  I  truit  thy  word  in  vain  : 
Let  mourning  fouls  addrefs  the  Lord, 
And  find  relief  from  all  their  pain. 

5  Great  is  his  love,  and  large  his  grace., 
Thro*  the  redemption  of  His  Son  ; 
He  turns  cur  feet  from  frnful  ways, 
And  pardons  what  our  hands  have  done; 

P  3  A  L  M     CXXXI. 

Humility    and  fubmijjion* 

S  there  ambition  in  my  heart  ? 
Search,  gracious  God,  and  fee  : 
Or  do  I  act  a  haughty  part  ? 
Lord,  I  appeal  to  thee. 

2  I  charge  my  thoughts,  be  humble  ftiU* 
An d  all  rny  carriage  mild. 

Content,  my  Father,  with  thy  will, 
And  quiet  as  a  child, 

3  The  patient  foul,  the  lowly  mind 
Shall  have  a  large  reward  ; 

Let  faints  in  farrow  .\i, 

And  truit  a  faithful  Lord. 


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PSAL  M     CXXXII.      25$ 

PSAL  My    CXXXII.     Long  Metre. 

At  the  feitkment  of  a  church  ;  or,  the  ordination   of 
a  minijfer. 

i  \  T  7  H  E  R  E  mall  we  go  to  feek  and  £&& 

Y  y     An  habitation  for  our  Gqd3 
A  dwelling  for  th'  eternal  mind 
Amongft  the  fon3  of  flem  and  blood  t 

2  The  God  of  Jacob  ehofe  the  hill 

GiZion,  for  his  ancient  reft  ; 

And  Z/<?«  is  his  dwelling  ftiil, 

His  church  is  with  his  prefence  blefh 

3  "  Here  will  I  fixing  gracious  throne;, 
*e  And  reign  for  ever,"  faith  the  Lord  ; 

"  Here  fhall  my  pow'r  and  love  be  knowis* 
4C   And  bieiTings  ihall  attend  my  word. 

4  "  Here  will  I  meet  the  hungry  peer, 
*5  And  fill  their  fouls  with  living  bread  $ 
Si  Sinners  who  wait  before  my  door 

"  With  fweet  provision  fhall  be  hd> 

5  <€  Girded  with  truth,  and  cloth'd  with  grace.* 
<<  My  priefts,  my  minifters  mail  ihine  $ 

*'  Not  Aaron  in  his  coitly  drefs, 
*«■  Made  an  appearance  fo  divine. 

6  *f  The  faints,  unable  to  contain 

,e  Their  inward  joys,  fhall  mout  and  flag  5 
*c  The  Sen  ex  Da-aid  here  fhall  reirn, 
t{  And  Zion  triumph  in  her  King. 

[7  "  My  Son  mall  fee  a  num'rous  feed 
•*  Born  here  t'  uphold  his  giqr'ous  name  ; 
*.*  His  crown  (hall  uounih  on  his  head, 
f  While  all  his  foes  are  c:oth'd  wi:h  ihame."] 
PSAL  M     CXXXII.     Common   Metre. 
A  church  ejlablijhed* 
[1    ^T  O  fleep  nor  {lumber  to  his  eyes 

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'Till  he  had  found,  below  the  fkies, 
A  dwelling  for  the  Lord. 

2  The  Lord  in  Zibn  plac'd  his  name,. 
Lbs  ark  was  fettled  there  ; 

To  Zion  the  whole  nation  came, 
To  wcrfhip  thrice  a  year. 

3  Eut  we  have  no  fuch  lengths  to  go, 
Nor  wander  far  abroad  ; 

Where-e'er  thy  faints  aiTemble  now,- 
There  is  a  houfe  for  God.] 

Pause. 

4  Arife,  O  King  of  grace,  arife  ! 
And  enter  to  thy  reft, 

Lo  !  thy  church  waits  with  longing  eyes,. 
Thus  to  be  own'd  and  breft. 

5  Eater  with  all  thy  glor'ous  train, 
Thy  fpirit,  and  thy  word  ; 

All  which  the  ark  did  once  contain 
Could  no  fuch  grace  afford. 

6  Here,  mighty  God,  accept  ©ur  vows, 
Here  let  thy  praife  be  fpiead  ; 

Blefs  the  provifions  of  thy  houfe, 
And  fill  thy  poor  with  bread. 

7  Here  let  the  Son  of  David  reiga, 
Let  God's  anointed  inine  ; 

Juftice  and  truth  his  courts  maintain, - 
With  love  and  pow'r  divine. 

8  Here  let  him  hold  a  lafting  throne, 
And  as  his  kingdom  grows, 

Prelh  honors  fhaJl  adorn  his  crown, 
And  (hams  confound  his  foes. 

PSALM     CXXXIIL     Common  Metre- 
Brotherly   love. 
i    T    O  what  an  entertaining  fight 

j[  4    Axe  brethren  who  agree,         Brethren 


PSAL  M     CXXXIII.      261 

Brethren,  whofe  chearfui  hearts  unite 
In  bonds  of' piety  ! 

2  When  ftreams  of  love  from  Chrifl:  the  fpring 
Defcend  to  ev'ry  foul, 

And  heav'nly  peace,  with-  balmy  wing, 
Shades  and  bedews  the  whole  : 

3  *Tis  like  the  oil,  divinely  facet? 
On  Aaron'' %  rev'rend  head, 

The  trickling  drops  perfumed  his  iztt3 
And  o'er  his  garments  fpread. 

4  '"Tis  pleafant  as  the  morning  dews 
Which  fall  on  Ztcns    hill, 

Where  God  his  rniideii:  glory  fhewu, 
And  makes  his  grace  diftil. 

PSAL  M     CXXXIII.     Short  Metre, 

Communis:  of  faints  ;   or,    h-ve  and  <v:orJhip  in  & 
family. 

1  TJ  LEST  are  the  fons  of  peace 
J3     Whole  hearts  and  hopes  are  one, 

[Whofe  kind  deiigns  to  ierve  and  pieafe, 
Through  all  their  actions  run. 

2  Blefi  is  the  pious  houfe 
Where  seal  and  friendmip  meet, 

Their  fengs  of  praife,   their  mingled  vows 
Make  their  commun'on  fweet. 

3  Thus,  when  on  Japan's  head 
They  -pour'd  the  rich  perfume, 

The  oil  through  all  Lis  raiment  fpread, 
And  pleafure  nii'd  the  room^ 

4  Thus  on  the  heav'nly  hills, 
The  faints  are  bleft  above, 

Where  joy  like  morning  dew  diilife, 


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262  PSALM  CXXXlfL  CXXXIV. 

P  S   A  L  M     CXXXJII. 
The  bleffings  offrienJjhip. 

1  TjT  C  W  pleafant  'tis  to  fee 
Jtl     Kindred  and  friends  agree, 

Each  in  their  proper  ftation  move, 

And  each  fulfil  their  part 

With  iynspathliir.g  heart, 
In  all  the  cares  of  life  and  lore  ! 

2  'Tis  like  the  ointment  flied 
On  Aaron  i  facred  head, 

Divinely  rich,  divinely  fweet  ; 

The  oil  through  ail  the  room 

DifFus'd  a  choice  perfume, 
Ran  through  his  robes  and  bleft  his  feet. 

5  Like  fruitful  fhowVs  of  rain 

Which  water  all  the  plain, 
Defcending  from  the  neighb'ring  hills  ; 

Such  tirt-nm%  of  pleafure  roll 

Through  ev'ry  friendly  foul, 
Where  lore  like  heav'nly  dew  dillili. 

PSALM     CXXXIV. 

Daily  and  nightly  dt^otlzn. 

1  "TT  E  who  obey  th'  immortal  King, 

\       Attend  his  holy  place, 
Bow  to  the  glories  of  hi?  pow'r, 
And  biefs  his  wond'roes  grace. 

2  Lift  up  your  hands  by  morning  light, 
And  fend  your  fouls  on  high  ; 

Raife  your  admiring  thoughts  by  night 
Above  the  ftarry  Iky. 

3  The  Goo  ofZion  chears  your  hearts 
With  rays  of  quicksning  grace  ; 

The  Gud  w%o  fpread  theheav'n3  abroad, 

And  rules  the  fweiling  leas. 

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PSALM     CXXXV.       263 

P  S  A  L  M    CXXXV.  Firft  Part.  Long  Metre. 
The  church  is  God's    houfe  and  care. 

1  TJ  R  A  I  S  E  ye  the  Lord  ;  exalt  his  name* 

While  in  his  holy  courts  ye  wait, 
Ye  faints,  who  to  his  houfe  belong, 
Or  ftand  attending  at  his  gate. 

2  Praife  ye  the  Lord  ;  the  Lord  is  good  ; 
To  praife  his  name  is  fweet  employ  ; 
7/rVhe  chofe  of  ©Id  ;  and  ftill 

His  church  is  his  pecul'ar  joy. 

3  The  Lord  himfelf  will  judge  his  faints  ; 
He  treats  his  fervants  as  his  friends  ; 
And  when  he  hears  their  fore  complaints, 
Rtpents  the  forrows  which  he  fends. 

4  Thro'  ev'ry  age  the  Lord  declares 

His  name,  and  breaks  th'  oppreffor's  rod  : 
He  gives  his  fufPring  fervants  reft, 
And  will  be  known  th'  Almighty  God. 

5  Blefs  ye  the  Lord,  vvho.tafle  his  love* 
People  and  priefts  exalt  his  name  : 
Amongft  his  faints  he  ever  dwells  : 
His  church  is  his  Jerufa-em. 

PSA  L  M     CXXXV.      Second    Part, 

T'he  vjorks  of  creation,   providence,    redemption   of 
Ifrael,  and  deft  ruff  ion  of  enemies. 

1  f^\  R  E  A  T  is  the  Lord,  exalted  high, 
\_jf  Above  all  pow'rs  and  ev'ry  throne  ; 

What-e'er  he  pleafe  in  earth  or  fea, 
Or  heav'n,  or  hell,  his  hand  hath  done. 

2  At  his  command  the  vapours  rife, 
The  light'nings  fialh,  the  thunders  roar, 
He-pours  the  rain,  he  brings  the  wind 
And  tempeft,  from  his  airy  ifore. 

?Twas 


i&4     PSALM      CXXXV. 

3  'Twas  he  tbcrft  dreadful  tokens  fent, 
O  Egypt  !  thro'  thy  ftubhorn  land  ; 
When  all  thj  ,  beafts  and  men, 
Fell  dead  by  his  avenging  hand: 

4  What  mightv  nations,  mighty  kings 
He  flew,  and  their  whole  Country  crave 
To  l/r1 W,  whom  his  hand  redeem'd, 

No  more  to  be  proud  Paaraoh's  Have  ! 

5  His  pow'r  the  fame,  the  fame  his  grace, 
Who  faves  us  from  the  hofts  of  hell  ; 
And  heav'n  he  gives  us  to  p< 

Whence  thofe  apoitate  angels  fell. 

PSALM     CXXXV.      Common   Metre. 
Praife  due  to  Gcd,  not  to  idols. 

1  A    W  AKE,  ye  faints,  to  praife  your  King, 
j[\.     Your  fweeteft  pamons  raife, 

Your  pious  pleafure,  while  you  fing, 
Increasing  with  the  praife. 

2  Great  is  the  Lord  ;  and  works  unknown 
Are  his  divine  employ  ; 

Eut  ftill  his  faints  are  near  his  throne, 
His  treafurc  and  his  joy. 

3  Heav'n,  earth,  and  fea  confefs  his  hand  ; 
He  bids  the  vapours  rife  ; 

Lightning  and  llorm  at  his  command 
Sweep  through  the  founding  ikies. 

4  All  pow'r  which  gods  or  kings  have  claim'd 
Is  found  with  him  alone  ; 

But  heathen  gods  mould  ne'er  be  nam'd 
Where  our  Jehovah's  known. 

5  Which  of  the  ftocks  or  ftones  they  trull 
Can  give  them  fhow'rs  of  rain  ? 

In  vain  they  worfhip  glitt'ring  dull, 
And  pray  to  gold  in  vain  ! 

[6  Their 


PSALM     CXXXVI.      265 

[6  Their  gods  have  tongues  which  cannot  talk> 
Such  as  their  makers  p-ave  : 

o 

Their  feet  were  ne'er  defign'd  to  walk  ; 
Nor  hands  have  pow'r  to  lave. 

7  Blind  are  their  eyes,  their  ears  are  deaf, 

Nor  hear  when  mortals  pray  ; 
Mortals,  who  wait  for  their  relief, 

Are  blind  and  deaf  as  they.] 

$    "Nehu -England,  know  thy  living  God, 

Serve  him  with  faith  and  fear  ; 
He  makes  thy  churches  his  abode, 

And  claims  thine  honors  there. 

PSALM    CXXXVI.  Common  Metre. 

God's  ^.venders  of  creation,  providence,   redemption 
of  Ijrael,  and  fulvaiion  of  bis  people. 

1  jf~^  IV E  thanks  to  God  the  fov'reign  Lord, 

\JJ     His  mercies  ft "ill  endure, 
And  be  the  King  of  kings  adcr'd  : 
His  truth  is  ever  jure. 

2  What  wonders  hath  his  wifacm  done  I 
Hew  mighty  is  bis  hand  / 

Heav'n,  earth,  and  fea  he  fram'd  alone, 
Ho-zv  divide  is  his  command  ! 

3  The  fun  fupplies  the  day  with  light, 

How  bright  bis  cou^iels  fine  ! 
The  moon  and  ftars  adorn  the  night  : 

His  works  are  all  divine. 

[4  He  ftruck  the  fons  of  Egypt  dead* 

Hoiaj  dreadful  is  his  rod  ! 
And  thence  with  joy  his  people  led  ; 

Horw  gracious  is  our  Go  d  1 

5  He  cleft  the  fwclling  fea  in  two  ; 
His  arm  is  great  in  might, 

Y  And 


i66      PSALM     CXXXVL 

And  gave  the  tribes  a  paflage  through  ; 
His  grace  and po*w'r  unite. 

6  But  Pharaoh's  army  there  he  drown'd  ; 
Hovj  g/or'ous  are  his  ways  ! 

And  brought  his  faints  thro'  defart  ground  : 
Eternal  be  his  fraife. 

7  Great  monarchy  fell  beneath  his  hand  ; 
Victorious  is  bisfword  ; 

While  Ifr'ei  took  the  promised  land  : 
And  faithful  is  his  word.  ] 

8  Ke  faw  the  nations  dead  in  fin  ; 
He  felt  his  pity  move  ; 

How  fa  J  the  ftate  the  world  was  in  ! 
Ho-jj  boundlefiVoas  his  love  ! 

9  He  fent  to  lave  us  from  our  woe, 
His  goodnefs  never  fails  ! 

From  death  and  hell,  and  ev'ry  foe  ; 

And  fill  his  grace  prevails. 

io  Give  thanks  to  God,  the  heav'nly  King  ; 

His  mercies  fit  endure, 
Let  the  whole  earth  his  praifes  fmg  : 

Mis  truth  is  ever  fire. 

PSALM      CXXXVI. 

1  .V"^  I V  E  thanks  to  God  moll  high, 

VJT  The  oaiverfal  Lord, 
The  fov'reign  King  of  kings, 
And  be  his  grace  ador'd. 

His  p oiv  r  and  grace 

Are  fill  the  fame  ; 

And  let  his  name 

Have  t^dltfs  praife, 

2  Kow  ifeighty  is  his  hand  ! 
What  wonders  hath  he  done  ! 
He  form'd  the  earth  and  feas, 

And  fpretd  the  heav'ns  alone.  Thy 


PSALM     CXXXVL     267 

Thy  mercy.   Lord, 
ShalLftill  endure  ; 
And  ever  Jure 
Abides  iby  nvord. 

3  Kis  wifdaHi  fram'd  the  fun 
To  crown  the  day  with  light  ; 
The  moon  and  twinkling  liars, 
To  chear  the  darkfonie  night. 

His  poiv'r  and  grace 

Are  ft  ill  the  fame  ; 

And  let  his  name 

Have  endlefs  praife. 

[4  He  fmote  the  firft  born  Tons, 
The  flow'r  of  Egypt,  dead  ; 
And  thence  his  chofen  tribes 
With  joy  and  glory  led. 

Thy  mercy,  Lord, 

Shall  ft  ill  endure  ; 

And  ever  Jure 

Abides  thy  ivord. 

5  His  pow'r  and  lifted  roi. 
Cleft  the  red  fea  in  two  ; 
And  for  his  people  made 

A  wond'rous  pafiage  through* 
His  pciv'r  and  graci 
Are  ft  ill  the  fame  ; 
And  let  his  name 
Have  endlefs  praife, 

6  But  cruel  Pharaoh  there 
With  all  his  hoft  he  drown'd; 
And  brought  his  7/rVfafe- 
Through  a  long  defart  ground. 

Thy  mercy,  Lord, 
Shall  ft  ill  endure  ; 
And  ever  jure 
Abides  iby  word, 

Y  2  Pa  u  sce 


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P     A     U     S     E- 

7  The  Kings  of  Canaan  fell 
B-neath  his  dreadful  hand  ; 
White  his  own  fervants  took. 
PofTefTion  of  their  land. 

His  poivyr  and  gr act 

Are  fill  the  jame  ; 

And  let  his  name 

Have  endlefs  praife.  ] 

S  Ke  faw  the  n2tions  lie 
All  periftiing  in  fin, 
And  pity'd  the  fad  ftate 
The  ruin'd  world  was  in* 

Thy  mercy,  Lord, 

Shall  ft  ill  endure  ; 

And  ever  Jure 

Abides  thy  v^ord. 

9  He  fent  his  only  Son 
To  fare  us  from  our  woe, 
From  fatan,  fin  and  death* 
And  ev'ry  hurtful  foe. 

His  po~jj"r  and  graft 
Are/ill  the  fame  y 
And  let  his  name 
Have  endlefs.  praife, 

10  Give  thanks  aloud  to  God> 
To  God  the  beav'nly  King  -y 
And  let  the  fpacious  earth 

His  works  and  glories  fmg* 
Thy  mercy,  Lord, 
Shall  Hill  endure  9 
And  ever  Jure 
Abides  thy  ivord. 


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PSALM     CXXXVI.     269 

PSALM   CXXXVI.    Abridged.   Long  Metre. 

1  ^"^  I  V  E  to  the  Lord  immortal  praife  ! 
\JJ  Mercy  and  truth  are  all  his  ways  i 

Wonders  of  grace  to  God  belong, 
Repeat  his  mercies  in  your  Jong, 

2  Give  to  the  Lord  of  lords,  renown, 
The  King  of  kings,  with  glory  crown. 
His  mercies  ever  Jhall  endure, 

When  lords  and  kings  are  known  no  more* 

3  He  built  the  earth,  he  fpread  the  fky* 
And  nVd  the  fiarry  lights  on  high  : 
Wonders  of  grace  to  God  belong, 

Repeat  hi*  mercies  in  your  fong. 

4  He  fills  the  fun  with  morning  light, 
He  bids  the  moon  direct  the  nigh:  ; 
Hts  mercies  ever  Jhall  endurt, 

When  funs  and  moons  fhall  mine  no  more. 

5  The  Jetvs  he  freed  from  Pharaoh's  hand, 
And  brought  them  to  the  promis'd  land  ! 
Wonders  of  grace  to  God  belong , 

Repeat  his  mercies  in  your  fong. 

6  He  faw  the  Gentiles  dead  in  fin, 
And  felt  his  pity  work  within  : 
His  mercies  ever  jhall  endure v 

When  death  and  fin  (hall  reign  no  more. 

7  He  fent  his  Son  with  pow'r  to  fave 
From  guilt  and  darknefs,  and  the  grave  ; 
Wonders  of  grace  to  God  belong, 

Repeat  his  mercies  in  your  fong. 

8  Thro'  this  vain  world  he  guides  our  feet, 
And  leads  us  to  his  heav'nly  fe*t : 

His  mercies  ever  Jhall  endure. 

When  this  vain  world  mall  be  no  more. 

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270  PSALM  CXXXVIIL  CXXXIX, 

P  S  A  L  M     CXXXVIIT.    Long  Metre. 
Re  goring  and  prefet>evltif>  grace. 

1   T  T  7ITH  all  my  powr's  of  heart  and  tongue 

VV    I*H  praife  my  Maker  in  my  fong  ; 
Angels  mail  hear  the  notes  I  ratfe, 
Approve  the  fong,  and  join  the  praife. 

[2  Angels  who  make  thy  chuich  their  care 
Shall  witnefs  mv  devotions  there, 
While  holy  zeal  directs  my  eves 
To  thy  fair  temple  in'the  ikies.} 

3  I'll  f:r\y  thy  truth,  and  mercy,  Lord, 
I'll  ling  the  wonders  of  thy  word  ; 
Not  all  the  works  and  names  below 

So  much  thy  pow'r  and  glory  mow. 

4  To  God  I  cry'd  when  troubles  rofe  j 
He  heard  me,  and  fabdu'd   my  foes  ; 
He  did  my  riling  fears  controal, 

And  ilrength  diffused  through  all  my  foul, 

5  The  God  of  heav'n  maintains  his  ftate-, 
Frowns  on  the  proud  and  fcorns  the  greats 
But  from  his  throne  defcends  to  fee 

The  ions' of  humble  poverty. 

6  Amidrt  a  thou  fan  d  mares  I  ftand 

Upheld  and  guarded  by  thy  hand  ! 
Thy  words  my  fainting  fool  revive, 
And  keep  my  dying  faith  alive. 

7  Grace  will  cofflf]  lete  what  grace  begins, 
To  fave  from  forrows  or  from  fins  : 

The  work  which  wifdom  undertakes 

Eternal  mercy  ne'er  forfakes*; 

PSALM  QXXX1  Fart.  Long  Metre. 

*J*kt    *  //-  /  i  e  in  --    Go  J. 
1  TT    ORD..  thou  haft  fearch'd  and  feen  me  thro-'  : 
£^j  Tbiae  eyes  commands  with  piercing  view 

My 


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My  riling  and  my  reftin-g  hours, 

My  heart  and  flelh,  with  all  their  pow'rs. 

2  My  thoughts,  before  they  are  my  own. 
Are  to  my  God  ciiHnetly  known  ; 

He  knows  the  words  I  mean  to  (peak 
E'er  from  my  op'ning  lips  they  break. 

3  Within  thy  circling  pow'r  I  iiand  ; 
On  ev'ry  fide  I  find  thy  hand  : 
Awake,  afieep,  at  home,   abroad, 
lam  furrounded  ftili  with  Geo. 

4  Amazing  knowledge,  vaft  ftnd  great  ? 
What  large  extent  !  what  lofty  height  ! 
My  foul,  with  all  the  pow'rs  I  boaft, 
Are  in  the  boundlefs  profoed:  loit. 

5  O  may  tbs/'e  thoughts  peffifs  my  breajt 
Where-i er  I  rove,  &)here-e>Yr  I rejl  / 
Nor  let  my  meaner  pajjlons  dare 
Confetti  to  Jin,  for  God  is  there. 

Pause       I. 

6  Could  I  fo  falfe,  fo  fairhlefs  prove, 
To  quit  thy  fervke  and  thy  love, 
Where,  Lord,  could  I  thy  prefence  {hun, 
Or  from  thy  dreadful  glory  run  ? 

7  If  up  toheav'n  I  take  rtiy  flight, 

'Tis  there  thcu  dwell' ft  enthroii'd  in  ligftt  j 
Or  dive  to  hell,  there  veng'ance  reigns, 
And  Satan  groans  beneath  Lis  chains. 

8  If,  mounted  on  a  morning  ray, 
J  fly  beyond  the  Wefiem  fea, 

Thy  (wsfter  hand  would  fiYit  arrive, 
And  there  a  r  re  ft  thy  fugitive. 

9  Or  (hould  I  try  to  man  thy  fight 
Beneath  the  fpreading  veil  of  night, 
One  glaace  or  thine,  one  pierciag  ray 
Would  kindle  darknefs-  into  day.  10  O 


272      PSALM     CXXX1X. 

10  O  may  thefe  thoughts  poffefs  my  hreafi 
Where-e'er  I  rovet  nvhere-e'er  I  reji  ! 
Nor  let  my  meaner  pafpons  dare 
Can/eat  to  fin,  for  God  is  there. 

Pause.     II. 

11  The  veil  of  night  is  no  difguife, 
Nor  fcreea  from  thy  all-fearching  eyes  ; 
Thy  hand  can  feize  thy  foes  as  foon 
Thro'  midnight  fhades>  as  blazing  neon. 

12  Midnight  and  noon,  in  this  agree, 
Great  God,  they're  both  alike  to  thee, 
Nor  death  can  hide  what  God  will  fpy, 
And  hell  lies  naked  to  his  eye. 

1 3  O  may  thefe  thoughts  poffefs  my  hreajf 
Where-e'er  I  r»vey  n»here-e'er  I  reji  ! 
Nor  let  my  meaner  pafjlons  dare 
Confent  to  fin,  fir  Ged  is  there. 

PSALM     CXXXIX.     Second  Part. 

'The  wonderful  formation  of  man. 

1  'r^T^V/AS  from  thy  hand,  my  God,  I  came, 

J^     A  work  of  fuch  a  cur'ous  frame  ; 
In  me  *hj-  fearful  wonders  mine, 
And  each  proclaim  thy  will  divine. 

2  Thine  eyes  did  all  my  limbs  furvey, 
Which  yet  in  dark  confufion  lay  : 
Thou  faw'ft  the  daily  growth  they  took, 
Form'd  by  the  model  of  thy  book. 

3  By  thee  my  growing  parts  were  nam'd, 
And  what  thy  fov'reign  counfels  fram'd, 
(The  breathing  lungs,  the  beating  heart) 
Were  copy'd  with  unerring  art. 

4  At  laft,  to  mew  my  Maker's  name, 
God  ftamp'd  his  image  on  my  frame, 
And  in  i'bme  unknown  moment  join'd 

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5  There  the  young  feeds  of  thought  began, 
And  all  the  pafiioris  of  the  man  : 

Great  God,  our  infant  nature  pays 
Immortal  tribute  to  thy  praife. 

P     A     U     S     E. 

6  Lord,  fincein  my  advancing  age 
I've  acted  on  life's  bufy  itage, 

Thy  thoughts  of  love  tome  iiarnaount 
The  pow'r  cf  numbers  to  recount. 

7  I  could  furvey  the  ocean  o'er, 

And  count  each  land  which  makes  the  (hore> 
Before  my  fwifteft  thoughts  could  trace 
The  num'rous  wonders  of  thy  grace. 

8  Thefe  on  my  heait  are  Hill  imprelt, 
With  thefe  I  give  my  eyes  to  reft  : 
And  at  my  waking  hour  I  find 

God  and  his  love  poffefs  my  mind. 

PSALM     CXXXIX.     Third  Tart. 

Sincerity  pre/eft,  and  grace  tried ;    or,  the  heart* 
/earthing  God, 

l   "&  4T Y  God,  what  inward  grief  I  feel 

-LVJL   ^icn  imp'ous  men  traafgrefs  thy  will* 

1  mourn  to  hear  their  lips  prophane, 
Take  thy  tremendous  name  in  vain. 

2  Does  not  my  fool  deteil  and  hate 
The  fons  of  malice  and  deceit  ; 
Thole  who  oppofe  thy  laws  and  thee, 
I  count  them  enemies  to  me. 

3  Lord,  fearch  my  foul,  tryev'ry  thought  ; 
Tho'  my  own  heart  accufe  me  not 

Of  walking  in  a  falfe  dilguife, 
I  beg  the  trial  of  thine  eyes. 

4  Doth  fecret  mifchief  lurk  within  ? 
Do  I  indulge  iorne  unknown  fin  ? 


274      P  S  A  L  M     CXXXIX. 

O  turn  my  feet  when  e'er  I  (tray. 
And  Ieau  me  i  feci:  way. 

PSALM  CXXXIX.  tirft  Part.  Common  Metre. 

jc  here. 

i    TN  all  my  vaft  concerns  with  thee, 

ould  try 
To  Jiun  thy  prefence,  Lord,  or  nes 
The  notice  of  whin?  eye. 

2  Thy  all-furfounding  light  furveys 
My  rifmg  and  my  reft, 

My  public  walks,  my  private  ways, 
,     And  iecrcts  of  my  bre^ft. 

3  My  thoughts  lie  open  to  the  Lord 
Before  they're  form'd  within  ; 

And  e'er  my  lips  pronounce  the  word, 
He  knews  the  fenjfe  I  mei^n. 

4  O  wond'rous  knowledge  deep  and  high, 
Where  can  a  creature  hide  1 

Within  thy  circling  arras  I  lie, 
Bcfct  on  ev'ry  fide. 

5  So  let  thy  grace  furround  me  flill, 
And  like  a  bulwark  prove, 

To  guard  my  foul  from  ev'ry  ill, 
Secur'd  by  fov'reign  love. 

Pause. 

6  Lord,  where  fhall  guilty  fouls  retire, 
Forgotten  and  unknown  ; 

In  hell  they  meet  thy  dreadful  fire, 
Jn  heav'n  thy  glorious  throne. 

7  Should  I  fupprefs  my  vital  breath, 
To  'fcape  the  wrath  divine, 

Thy  voice  would  break  th<%bars  of  death, 
And  make  the  grave  refi-n. 

%  If  wing'd  with  beams  of*  morning -light, 
J  fly  beyond  the  Weft,  Tfty 


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Thy  hand,  which  muff,  fupport  my  flight, 
Wouid.foon  betray  my  reft. 

9  If  o'er  my  fins  I  think  to  draw 
The  curtains -of  the  night., 

Thofe  flaming  eyes  which  guard  thy  law, 
'  Would  turn  the  fhades  to  light. 

10  The  beams  of  neon,  the  midnight-hour, 
Are  both  alike  to  thee  : 

0  may  I  ne'er  provoke  that  pow'r 
From  which  I  cannot  flee  ! 

PSALM     CXXXIX.    Second  Part. 

The  <w\fdom  of  God  in  the  formation  of  man, 

1  I^rH  EN  I  with  pleafmg  wonder  ftand, 

VV       And  all  my  frame  furvey, 
Lord,  'tis  thy  work  ;  I  own,  thy  hand 
Thus  built  my  humble  clay. 

2  Tky  hand  my  heart  and  reins  pofTeS 
Where  unborn  nature  grew  ; 

Thy  wifdora  all  my  features  trae'd, 
And  all  my  members  draw. 

3  Thine  eye  with  niceft  care  furvey '4 
The  growth  of  ev*ry  part  : 

'Till  the  whole  fcheme  thy  thoughts  had  !ai<£ 
Was  copy'd  by  thy  art. 

4  Heav'n,  earth  and  fea,  and  fire  and  wind, 
Shew  me  thy  wond'rous  {kill  ; 

But  I  review  myfelf,  and  find 
Diviner  wonders  flill. 

5  Thy  awful  glories  roand  me  mine, 
My  flefh  proclaims  thy  praife  ; 

Lord,  to  thy  works  of  nature,  join 
Thy  miracles  of  grace. 


PSALM 


a~/6    PSALM    CXXXIX.  CXLL 

PSALM     CXXXIX.     Third  Part. 
The  mercies  cf  God  innumerable. 
An  Evening  Pfalm. 
j    T"    ORD,  when  I  count  thy  mercies  o'er, 

\_j     They  ftrike  me  with'furprife  ; 
Not  all  the  fends  which  fpread  trie  lucre 
To  equal  numbers  rife. 

<z  My  flrfli  with  fear  and  wonder  Hands 

The  produaoftbyfeiil  ; 
And  hourly  bleffings  from  thy  hands 

Thy  thoughts  of  love  reveal. 

3  Thefe  on  my  heart  by  night  I  keep  ; 
How  kind,   how  dear  to  me  ! 

0  may  che  hour  which  ends  my  fleep 
Stiil  find  my  thoughts  with  thee. 

PSALM     CXLI. 

Watchfulnefi  and  brotherly  reproof. 

A  Morning  or  Evening  Pfalm. 

1  1%  AT  Y  God,  accept  my  early  vows 

LVJL  Like  morning  incenfe  in  thine  houfe, 
And  lee  my  nightly  worihip  rife 
Sweet  as  the  ev'ning  facrince. 
t  Watch  o'er  my  lips,  and  guard  them,  Lord, 
From  ev'ry  rafli  and  heedlefs  word  ; 
Nor  let  my  feet  incline  to  ttead 
The  guilty  path  where  fmners  lead. 

3  O  may  the  right?ous,  when  \  ftray, 
Smite  and  reprove  mv  wand'ring  way  ! 
Their  gentle  words,  like  ointment  Ihed, 
Shall  never  bruiie,  buf  cheer  my  head. 

4  When  I  behold  them  preft  vith  grief 
I'll  cry  to  heav'n  for  their  re;ief ; 
And  by  my  warm  petitions  prove 
How  much  I  prize  their  faithful  love. 

1  PSALM 


f  SAL  M   CXLII.  CXLIII.  277 

P     S     A     L     M     CXLII. 

Gsd  is  the  hope  of  the  hslplefs. 

1  >~ir^O  God  I  made  my  forrows  known, 

From  God  I  fought  relief;     - 
In  long  complaints  before   his  throne, 
I  pour;d  out  all  my  grief. 

2  My  foul  was  overwhelm'd  with  woes, 

My  heart  began  to  break  ;  m 

My  Go  a,  who  all  my  burdens  knows, 
He  knows  the  way  I  take. 

3  On  ev'ry  fide  I  cart  mine-eye, 
And  found  my  helpers  gene, 

While  friends  and  flrangers  pafs'd  me  b/s 

Neglected  or  unknown. 
.4.  Then  did  I  raife  a  louder  cry, 
•   And  call'd  thy  mercy  near, 
*'  Thou  art  my  Portion  when  I  die, 
Be  thou  my  Refuge  here." 

t;  Lord,  I  am  brought  exceeding  low, 

Now  iet  thine  ear  attend  ; 
And  make  my  foes,  who  vex  me,  know 

I've  an  Almighty  friend. 

6  From  my  fad  prifbn  fet  me  free, 

Then  fhall  I  praife  thy  name  ; 
And  holy  men  fhall  join  with  me 

Thy  kindnefs  to  proclaim. 

PSALM     CXLIII 

Complaint  of  heavy  cjjii&ions  in  mind  and  hody, 

T%  /|"Y  right'ous  Judge,  my  gracious  God, 
jlVX  Hear  when  I  fpread  my  hands  abroad? 
And  cry  for  fuccour  from  thy  throne, 
O  make  thy  truth  and  mercy  known  ! 

2  Let  judgment  not  againft  me  pafs  ; 
Behold  thy  fervant  pleads  thy  grace  I 
0    -  Z  Should 


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Should  juriice  call  us  to  thy  bar, 
No  maa  aiive  is  guiitlefs  there. 

3  Look  down  in  pity,  Lord,  and  fee 
The  mighty  woes  which  burden  me  ; 
Down  to  the  dull  my  life  is  brought, 
Like  one  long  bury'd  and  forgot. 

4  I  dwell  in  darknefs  and  unfeen, 

leart  is  defolate  within  : 
My  thoughts  in  mufing  filence  trace 
The  ancient  wonders  of  thy  grace. 

5  Thence  I  derive  a  glim  pic  of  hope 
To  bear  my  finking  fpirits  up  ; 

I  ftretch  my  hands  to  God  again, 
And  thif'ft  like  parched  lands  for  rain. 

6  For  thee  I  thirft,  I  pray,  I  mourn  ; 
When  will  thy  fmillng  face  return  ? 
Shall  all  my  joys  on  earth  remove, 
And  God  for  ever  hide  his  love  ? 

7  My  God,  thy  kng- delay  to  fave 
Will  fink  thy  pris'ner  to  the  grave  ; 

My  heart  grows  faint,  and  dim  mine  eye  ; 
Make  hafte  to  help,  before  I  die. 

8  The  night  is  wittiefs  to  my  tears, 
Diftrefiing  pains,  diitrefling  fears  ; 
O  might  I  hear  thy  morning  voice, 
How  would  my  weary'd  pow'rs  rejoice  ! 

9  In  thee  I  trufl,  to  thee  I  f: gh, 
And  lift  my  heavy  foul  on  high  : 
For  thee  fit  waiting  all  the  day, 
And  wear  the  tirefome  hours  away. 

10  Break  off  my  fetters,  Lord,  and  mow 
Which  is  the  path  my  feet  fhould  go  ; 
If  fnares  and  foes  befet  the  road, 

A  fly  to  hide  me  near  my  God. 


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i     PSALM     CXLIV.       279 

11  Teach  me  to  do  thy  holy  will, 
And  lead  me   r0  thy  heav'nly  hill  J 
Let  the  good  fpirft  of  thy  iove 
Conduct  me  to  thy  courts  above. 

12  Then  fhall  my  foul  no  more  complain, 
The  tempter  then  (hall  rage  in  vain  : 
And  Hefh,  which  was  my  toe  before, 
Shall  never  vex  my  fpirit  more. 

PSALM     CXLIV.     Firfl  Part. 
AJfi.jla.nce  and  <vi£iory  in  the  fpiritual  warfare* 

1    1TX)R  ever  blefTed  be  the  Lord, 

J7      My  Saviour  and  my  mield  ; 
He  fends  his  fpirit  with  his  word, 

To  arm  me  for  the  field. 

z  When  (in  and  hell  their  force  unite, 

Fie  makes  my  foul  his  care, 
Initrucls  me  to  the  heav'nly  fight, 

And  guards  me  thro'  the  war. 

5   A  friend  and  helper  fo  divine 

Doth  my  weak  courage  raife  ; 
He  makes  theglor'ous  vicVry  mine, 

And  his  mail  be  the  praife. 

PSALM     CXLIV.       Second  Pari. 
The  vanity  of  man,  and  condcfcenfion  of  God. 

1  T    ORD,  what  is  man,  poor  feeble  man, 
I  ^     Born  of  the  earth  at  firll  r 

His  life  a  fhadovv,  light  and  vain, 
Still  halting  to  the  duft. 

2  O  what  is  feeble  dying  man, 
Or  any  of  his  race 

That  God  mould  make  it  his  concera 
To  vifit  him  with  grace  ? 

3  That  God,  who  darts  his  lightnings  down 
Who  ihakes  the  world  above, 

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;i$o    PSAL  M    CXLIV.    CXLV, 

And  mountains  tremble  at  his  frown, 
How  wond'Jbud  is  his  love  ! 

PSALM      CXLIV.      Third  Part. 

Grace  above  riches  ;  or,  the  happy  nation. 

.1    TJ  A  ?  P  Y  the  city  where  there  fons 

JTjL  Like  pillars  round  a  palace  fet, 
And  daughters  bright  as  poiiuYd  itones, 
Give  ftrcngth  and  beauty  to  the  ftate.-. 

2  Happy  the  country  where  the  (heep. 
Cattle  and  corn,  have  large  increafe  ; 
Where  men  fecurely  work  or  fleep, 
N®r  fons  of"  plunder  break  their  peace. 

3  Happy  the  nation  thu?  endow'd, 
But  more  divinely  bled  are  thole 
On  whom  the  all-lufncient  Goo 
Himfeif  with  all  his  grace  beftows. 

PSAL  M     CXLV.     Long  Metre, 
The  great nefs  of  Cod. 

1  "]\  yf  Y  God,  my  King,  thy  var'ous  praife 
JLVA.  Shall  fill  the  remnant  of  my  days  : 

Thy  grace  employ  my  humble  tongue, 
'Till  death  and  glory  raiie  the  {ong. 

2  The  wings  of  ev'ry  hour  mail  bear 
Some  thankful  tribute  to  thine  ear  ; 
And  ev'ry  jetting  fun  (hall  fee 

New  works  of  duty  done  ibr  thee. 

3  Thy  truth  and  juflice  I'll  proclaim  5 
Thy  bounty  Mews  an  enrilefs  ftream  ; 
Thy  mercy  fwift  ;   thine  anger  flow, 
But  dreadful -to  the  ftubborn  foe. 

4  Thy  works  with  fov'reign  glory  fliine  ; 
And  fpeak  thy  Majefty  divine  ; 

Ail  nations  round  their  fiores  proclaim 

Tie  found  and  honor  of  thy  uame,  5  Let 


PSALM.  CXLV.         23 1 

r  Let  diilant  times  and  nations  raife 
The  long  fucceffion  of  thy  praife  : 
And  unborn  ages  make  my  fong 
The  joy  and  abor  of  their  tongue. 

6  But  who  can  fpeak  thy  wond'rous  deeds  ? 
Thy  greamefs  all  our  t.  oughts  exceeds  ; 
Vafl:  and  unfearchable  thy  ways  ; 
Vaft  and  immortal  be  thy  praife  ! 

?  S   A  L  M     CXLV.     Firjl  Part. 
The  greatr.efs  of  God. 

1  T    ONG  23  I  live,  I'll  blefs  tby  name, 
1   4     \\\y  King,  my  God  of  love  ; 

My  work  and  joy  mail  be  the  fame 
In  the  bright  world  above. 

2  Great  is  the  Lord,  "his  pow'r  unknown, 
And  let  his  praife  be  great  ; 

I'll  iing  the  honors  of  thy  throne, 
Thy  works  of  grace  repeat. 

3  Thy  grace  mail  dwell  upon  my  tongue, 
And  while  my  lips  rejoice, 

The  men  who  hear  my  facred  fong 
Shall  join  their  chearful  voice. 

4  Fathers  to  urns  ihall  teach  thy  name, 
And  children  learn  thy  ways  ; 

Ages  to  come  thy  truth  proclaim, 
And  nations  found  thy  praife. 

5  Thy  glor'ous  deeds  of  ancient  date 
Shall  through  the  world  be  known  ; 

Thine  arm  of  pow'r,  thy  heav'nly  it  ate, 
With  public  fplendor  mown. 

6  The  world  is  manag'd  by  thy  hands, 
Thy  faints  are  rul'd  by  love  ; 

And  thine  eternal  kingdom  Hands 
Tho'  rocks  and  hills  remove. 

Z  3  PSA  L  M 


sff*         P  S  A  L  Rf     CXLT. 

?  S  A  L  M     CXLV.     Second  Part, 
The  good?:efs  of  God. 

1  PWEET  is  the  mem'ry  cf  thy  grace, 
l^     My  God,  my  heav'niy  King  ; 

Let  age  to  age  thy  right'oufnefs 
In  longs  of  glory  fmg, 

2  God  reigns  on  high,  but  not  confines 
His  gocdnefs  to  the  ikies  ; 

Thro'  the  whole  earth  his  bounty  mines. 
And  ev'ry  want  fdppli&s. 

|  With  longing  eyes  thy  creatures  wait 

On  thee  for  daily  food, 
Thy  lib'ral  hand  provides  their  meat, 

And  nils  their  mouths  with  good. 

j.  How  kind  are  thy  companions,  Lord  I 

How  flow  thine  anger  moves  ! 
How  foon  he  fends  his  pard'ning  word 

To  cheer  the  foul  he  loves. 

5-  Creatures  with  all  their  endlefs  race-' 

Thy  pow'r  and  prnife  proclaim  ; 
But  faints  who  tafte  thy  richer  grace 

Delight  to  blefs  thy  name. 

PSALM     CXLV.       Third  Part, 
Mercy  to /offerers  ;  or,  God  bearing  prayer. 

1  T    ET  ev'ry  tongue  thy  goodnefi  fpeak, 
1  j     Thou  fov'reign  Lord  cf  all  ; 

Thy  itrength'niug  hands  uphold  the  weak, 
And  raife  the  poor  who  fall. 

2  When  forrow  bows  the  fpirit  down, 
Or  virtue  lies  diftreil 

Beneath  fome  proud  opprefTor's  frown, 
Thou  giv'ft  the  mourners  red. 

3  The  Lord  fupports  our  tott'ring  days, 

And  guides  our  giddy  youth  :  Ho!/ 


?  S  A  L  M     CXLYL        atfi 


j 


Holy  and  jail  are  all  thy  ways;. 
And  all  thy  words  are  truth.. 

4.  He  knows  the  pain  his  fervants  feels 

He  hears  his  children  cry, 
And  their  belt  wifhes  to  fulfil, 

His  grace  is  ever  nigh. 

5   His  mercy  never  fhali  remove 

From  men  of  heart  fincere 
He  faves  the  fouls,  whofe -humble  love- 

Is  joi'n'd  with  holy  fear. 

[6  HiS'&ubborn  foes  his  fword  ffiall  fl-ayj. 

And  pierce  their  hearts  with  pain  ; 
But  none  who  fecve  the  Lord  mall  lay, 

"  They  fought  his  aid  in  vain." 

[7  My  lips  fhall  dwell  upon  his/praife^ 

And  fpread  his  fame  abroad  ; 
Let  all  the  fons  of  Jdamrzife 

The  honors  of  their  God .  J 

PSALM     CXLVI.     Long  Metre. 
Praife  to  God  for  bis  goodnsfs  and  truth. 

1  1QRAISE  ye  the  Lord  ;  my  heart  {hall  join 
_£        In  works  fo  pleafant,  fo  divine  ; 

Nor  while  the  ftefh  is  mine  abode, 
And  when  my  foul  afcends'to  God, 

2  Praife  mall  employ  my  n  obi  eft  pow'n^ 
WLile  immortality  endures  : 

My  days  of  praife  fhall  ne'er  be  pafh 
While  life  and  thought  and  being  lafh 

«,  Why  mould  I  make  a  man  my  truft  ? 
princes  muft  die  and  turn  to  dole  ; 
rfheir  breath  departs,  their  pomp  and  pow'f, 
/^nd  thoughts,  all  vanifh  in  an  hour. 

4  Happy  the  man,  whofe  hopes  rely 
On  IJiftVs  God  1  he  made  the'flty, 


2-34         PSA'L  M     CXLVL 

And  earth,  and  feag,  with  all  their  train, 
An.d  none  (hall  find  his  promise  vain. 

5  His  truth  for  ever  ftands  fecure  : 

He  faves  th'  oppreit,  he  feeds  the  poor  ; 
He  fends  the  lab'ring  conscience  peace, 
And  grants  the  pris'ner  fweet  releafe. 

6  The  Lord  hath  eyes  to  give  the  blind  I 
1  he  Lord  fupports  the  finking  mind  ; 
He  helps  the   Granger  in  diftrefs, 

The  widow  and  the  father! .     , 

7  He  loves  his  faints,  he  knows  them  well* 
But  turns  the  wicked  down  to  hell  : 

Thy  God,  O  Zton  /  ever  reigns  ; 
Praife  him  in  everlafting  lirains. 

?  S  A  L  M     CXLVL 
Praife  to  God  far  his  gccdr.efs  and  truth. 
J    TpL  L   praife  my  Maker  with  my  breath  : 
J^  And,  when  my  voice  is  lod  in  .lea-,.:, 
Praife  {hall  employ  my  nobler  pow'rs  : 
My  days  of  praife  (hall  ne'er  be  pail 
While  life  and  thought,  and  being  iait, 
Or  immortality  endures. 

2  Why  mould  [  make  |  man  my  trull  ? 
Princes  mull  die  and  turn  to  i 

Vain  is  the  help  of  flefli  and  blood  ; 
Their  breath  departs,  their  pomp  and  pcw'r, 
*And  thoughts,  all  vanish  in    an  hour, 
Nor  can  they  make  their  promife  good. 

3  Happy  the  man  whofe  hopes  re}y 
On  7/rVs  God  !   he  made  the  fky., 

x^nd  earth  and  feas,  with  all  their  train  '; 
His  truth  forever  frauds   fecure  ; 
He  faves  th'  oppreft,  he  feeds  the  poor, 

And  none  mall  find  his  promife  vain. 

4  The 


PSALM     CXLVIL       285 

4  The  Lord  hath  eyes  to  give  the  blind  ; 
The  Lord  fuppcrcs  the  finking  mind  ; 

He  lends  the  lab'ring  cctrfcience  peace  j 
He  helps  the  ftranger  in  dill  re  is, 
The  widow  and  the  father!  efsy 

And  grants  the  pns'ner  fweet  releafe. 

5  rle  loves  his  faints  ;  he  knows  them  well.,. 
But  turns  the  wicked  down  to  hell  : 

Thy  God,  O  Zion  I  ever  reigns  : 
Let  ev'ry  tongue,  let  ev'ry  age, 
In  this  exalted  work  engage  : 

Praife  him  in  everlailing  ftrains. 

6  I  Ml  praife  him  while  he  lends  me  breath,. 
And  when  my  voice  is  Icit  in  death 

Praife  mail  employ  my  nobler  pow'rs  : 
My  days  o.  praife  mail  ne'er  be  pall 
While  life  and  thought  and  being  laft, 

Or  immortality  endures. 

P  S-  A  L  M      CXLVIL  Firfi  Part,, 
7 he  divine  nature ,  providence  and  grace. 

1  TJ  RAISE  ye  the  Lord  ;  'tis  good  to  raife 
jj[     Our  hearts  and  voices  in  his  praife  j 

His  nature  and  his  works  invite 
To  make  this  duty  our  delight. 

2  The  Lord  builds  up  J^rufalem, 
And  gathers  nations  to  his  name  : 
His  mercy  melts  the  ftubborn  foul, 
Ana  makes  the  broken  fpirit  whole. 

3  He  form-'d  the  liars,  thofe  heav'nly  flames  5: 
He  counts  their  numbers,  calls  their  names  r 
His  wifdom's  vait,  and  knows  no  bound  ; 

A  deep,  where  ail  oar  thoughts  are  drown 'd. 

4  Great  is  our-  Lord,  and  great  his  might  % 
And  ail  his    glories  infinite  : 

He  crowns  the  meek,  rewards  the  juil, 

And  treads,  the  wicked,  to  the  du.it  P  a  ¥ se- 


186      PSAL  M     CXLVII. 


5  Sing  to  the  Lord,  exalt  him  high, 
Who  fpreads  ins  cioudi  all  round  tiie  fky  5. 
There  he  pi  ttful  rain-, 

Nor  lets  the  diopb  defeend  in  vain. 

6  He  makes  the  grafs  the  hills  adorn, 
And  Clothes  the  tmiling  fields  with  corn  5 
The  beaih  with  food  his  hands  fupply, 
And  the  young  ravens  when  they  cry. 

7  What  is  the  creature's  foill  or  force, 
The  fprightly  man,  the  warlike  horfe  t 
The  nimble  wit,  the  active  limb,  ' 
All  are  too  mean  delights  for  him. 

8  Bat  faints  are  lovely  in  his  fight  ; 
He  views  his  children  with  delight; 

He  {ee^  their  hope,  hck:;ows  their  fer.r  ; 
And  looks  and  loves  his  image  there. 

PSAL  M     CXLVII.     Second  Part*. 

Summsr  and  Winter. 
A  Songfor  America. 

1  /^OLUMB'J  t  praife  thy  mighty  God„ 
^  And  make  his  honors  known  abroad  > 

He  bids  the  ocean  round  thee  flow  ; 
Not  bars  of  bra;s  cou'd  guard  thee  fo. 

2  Thy  children  are  fecure  and  b'eft, 
Thy  Ihores  have  peace,  thy  cities  reft  ; 
He  feeds  thy  fbns  with  fineft  wheat, 
And  adds  his   bleffing  to  their  meat. 

3  Thy  changing  fealbns   !~e  ordains, 
Thine  early  and  thy  latter  rains  ; 
His  flakes  of  fnow  like  wool  he  fends, 
And  thus  the  fpringing  corn  defends. 

4  With  hoary  froft  he  ftrews  the  ground  ; 

His  hail  defcends  with  clausing  found  ;      Where 


PSAL  M 

CXLVII 

Where  is  the  man   fo  vainl 
Who  dares  defy  his  ■:. .  :ai 

y  bold 

1  r  -  ]  A  ? 

r    He  bids  the  Southern  bre 

The  ice  diiToives.  the  wate 

le  hath  nobler  works  : 

Airierica  !   to  draw  thy  prai 

,zes  blows 
iad  ways, 

237 


6  In  all  thy  climes  his  laws  are  mown 
His  gofpel  through  the  nation  known  : 
He  hath  ret  thus  reveaPd  his.word 
To  ev'ry  land  :  praife  ye  the  k,ord  ! 

P  S  A  L  M     CXLVII.     Cemmon  Metre. 

The  Seafons  of. the  Year, 

1  \\  7~ITH  fongs  and  honors  founding  loud 

\  V       Addrefs  the  Lord  on  high  ; 
Over  the  heav'ns  he  fpreads  his  cloud, 
And  waters  veil  the  fky. 

2  He  fends  his  fnow'rs  of  blelSng  down 
Tofcheer  the  plains  below  ; 

Ke  makes  the  grafs  the  mountains  crown, 
And  corn  in  vallies  grow. 

3  He  gives  the  grazing  ox  his  meat, 
He  hears  the  ravens  cry  ; 

But  man,  who  taftes  the  fined  wheat, 
Should  raife  his  honors  high. 

4  His  ileady  coanfels  change  the  facs 
Of  the  declining  year  ; 

He  bids  the  fun  cut  Inert  his  race, 
And  wint'ry  days  appear. 

5  His  hoary  frolt,  his  fleecy  fnew, 
Defcend  and  clothe  the  ground  : 

The  liquid  ilreams  forbear  to  flow, 
In  icy  fetters  bound. 

6  When,  from  his  dreadful  {lores  on  high. 
He  pours  the  ratt'ling  hail, 

The  wretch  who  dares  this  God  defy, 

Shall  find  his  courage  fail.  7  Hs 


s88      PSA  L  M     CXLVIIL 

7  He  fends  his  word  and  melts  the  (now, 
The  fields  no  longer  mourn  ; 
Is  the  warmef  blow, 

And  bids  the  fpring  return. 

&  The  changing  win  I  ing  cloud, 

Obey  his  mighty  word  : 
With  fongs  and  honors  founding  loud, 

Praife  ye  the  fov'reign  Lord. 

PSA  L  ?vl      CXLVIII. 
Praife  to  God  from  all  creatures* 

1  "%T^  tribes  of  Adam,  join 

\       With  heav'n,  and  earth,  and  feas, 
And  offer  notes  divine 
To  your  Creator's  praife. 
holy  throng 
Of  atageis  bright, 
In  worlds  of  light, 
Begin  the  fong. 

2  Thou  fun  with  dazzling  rays, 
And  moon  which  rules  the  night* 
Shine  to  your  Maker's  praife, 
With  ftars  of  twinkling  light.        /    ■ 

His  pow'r  declare, 
Ye  floods  on  high, 
And  clouds  which  fly 
In  empty  air. 

I  The  mining  worlds  above 
]n  glor'ous  order  (land, 
Or  in  fwift  courfes  move 
By   his  fupreme  command  : 

Ke  fpake  the  word, 

'ind  all  their  frame 

From  nothing  came, 

*f o  praife  the  Lord. 


is  He 


P  S  A  L  M     CXLVIII.      cl% 

£,  He  mov'd  their   mighty  wheels 
Iii  unknown  ages  pail. 
And  each  his  word  fulfils 
While  time  and  nature  lafh 

In  difPrent  ways 

His  works  proclaim 

His  wond'roas  name, 

Andfpeak  his  praife. 

P    A     U     S     E. 

5  Let  all  the  earth-born  race, 
And  monfters  of  the  deep, 
The  fife  which  cleave  the  feas, 
Or  in  their  bofom  fleep. 

From  fea  and  ihore 
Their  tribute  pay, 
And  ftill  difpfay 
Their  Maker's  pow'r. 

6  Ye  vapours,  hail  and  fnow, 
Praife  ye  th5  almighty  Lord, 
And  flormy  winds  which  blow 
To  execute  his  word  : 

When  lightnings  mine, 
Gr  thunders  roar, 
Let  earth  adore 
His  hand  divine. 

7  Ye  mountains  near  the  fkies3 
With  lofty  cedars  there, 

And  trees  of  humbler  iize, 
Which  fruit  in  plenty  bear. 

Beafts,  wild  and  tame, 

Birds,  flies,  and  Worms, 

In  various  forms 

Exalt  his  name. 

A  a  8  Ye 


coo     r  s  a  l,  m    UAi^ym, 

8  Ve  kings  an  ?  ji  dges  fear 
The  Lord  the  fov'reign  King.; 
And  while  you  rule  us  here. 
His  heav'nly  honors  fmg  : 
let  the  dream 

Of  ;:ow'r  and  ftate 

I  .  ike  you  forget 

His  pow'r  fiiprejne. 

gins  aad  youth  engage 
•  praife  divine, 
ancy  and  age 
,     r  voices  join: 
Wide  as  he  reigns 
His  name  be  fung 

ev'ry  tongue 
In  endlefs  ilrains. 

io  Let  all  the  nations  fear 
The  God  who  rules  above, 
He  brings  his  people  near 
And  makes  them  tafte  his  love  : 

While  earth-and  iky 

Attempt  his  praife', 

His  faints  ftiall  raii'e 

His  honors  high. 

PSALM     CXLVIII.     Paraphrafed. 

V ni-v  erf al  praife  to   God. 

i  ff    OUD  hallelujahs  to  the  Lord 

[_^From  diilant  worlds  where  creatures  dwell ; 
Let  heav'n  begin  the  foiemn  word, 
And  found  it  dreadful  down  to  hell. 

Note.  This  pfalm  may  be  fung  as  the  W^lh  pfahn, 
if  the  two  following  lines  are  added  to  e-verj  fan-' 
%a>  viz. 

Each  of  his  works  his  name  difplays, 
-Jsu^  they  can  ne'er  fulfil  his  praife. 

«  The 


'PSAL  M     CXLYIII.      291 

2  The  Lord  !  how  abfolute  he  reigns  L 
Let  ev'ry  angel  bend  the  knee  : 
Sing  of  his  love  in  heav'nly  ftrains, 

And  ipj:..;  :.  .  -  rf:,  :e  h  j  \;et-ior$  bs 

3  High  on.  a  throne  his  glories  dwell? 
An  awful  throne  of  mining  bill's  : 
Fly  thro'  the  world,  O  fun,  and  tell 
How  dark  thy  beams  eompar'd  to  his. 

4  Awake  ye  tempefts,  and  his  fame 
In  founds  of  dreadful  praife  declare  ; 
And  the  fweet  whifper  of  his  name 
Pill  ev'ry  gentler  breeze  of  air. 

5  Let  clouds,  and  winds,  and  waves  agree 
To  join  their  praife  with  blazing  t.re  ; 

arth  and  rolling  fea, 
5  eten  al  long  ccnfpire. 

6  Yeflbw'ry  plains  proclaim  his  fkill, 
tallies  lie  low  before  his  eye  ; 

I  let  his  praife  from  ev'ry  hill 
Rife  tuneful  to  the  neighb'ring  iky. 

7  Yfrftubborn  oaks  andftately  pines, 
Bend  your  high  branches,  and  a  dove  ; 
Praife  him,  ye  beafts,  in  diff* rent  ftrains  ; 
The  lamb  muft  bleat,  the  lion  roar. 

S  Birds,  ye  mad:  make  his  praife  your  theme, 
Nature  demands  a  fong  from  you  : 
While  the  dumb  fifh  which  cut  the  flream 
Leap  up  and  mean  his  praifes  too. 

9  Mortals,  can  you  refrain  your  tongue, 
When  nature  all  around  you  fmgs  ? 

O  for  a  mout  from  old  and  young, 
From  humble  fwains,  and  lofty  kings  ? 

10  Wide  as  his  vaft  dominion  lies, 
Make  the  Creator's  name  be  known  ; 

JL  a  2  Loud 


292      PSALM     CXLVIIL 

Loud  as  his  thunder  fhout  his  praife, 
And  founa  it  lofty  to  his  throne. 

II    Jehovah  1  'tis  a  glor'ous  word, 

0  may  it  dwell  onev'ry  tongi 

But  faints  who  bed  have  known  the  Lord, 
Are  bound  to  raife  the  nobleft  long. 

1  2   Speak  of  the  wonders  of  that  love 
Which  Gr.br ' cl  plays  on  ev.'ry  chord  : 
From  all  below,  ancl  all  above, 
Loud  hallelujahs  to  the  Lord. 

PSALM     CXLVIIL     Short  Metre. 

Uni<v§rfal  praife. 

1  T    ET  cv'ry  creature  join 

|  j     To  praife  th'  eternal  God  ; 
Ye  heav'nly  hefts  the  fong  begin, 
And  found  his  name  abroad. 

2  Thou  fun  with  golden  beams, 
And  moon  with  paler  rays,        t 

Ye  ftarry  lights,  ye  twinkling  flames> 
Shine  to  your  Maker's  praife. 

3  Ke  built  thofe  worlds  above, 
And  fix'd  their  wond'rous  frame  ; 

By  his  command  they  Hand  or  move, 
And  ever  fpeak  his  name. 

4  Ye  vapours,  when  ye  rife, 
Or  fail  in  fnow'rs  of  fnow, 

Ye  thunders,  murm'ring  round  the  Ikies, 
His  pow'r  and  giory  fhovfr. 

5  Wind,  hail,  and  flaming  fire, 
Agree  to  praiie  the  Lord, 

When  ye  in  dreadful  ftorms  confpire 
To  execute  his  word. 

6  Bv  all  his  works  above 
His  honors  be  expreft  ; 


Eu: 


PSAL  M     CXLVIII.      2^ 

But  faints  who  ta-fte  his  living  love 
Shculd  iing  his  praifes  bell. 

Pause        I. 

7  Let  earth  and  ocean  know 

They  owe  their  Maker  praife  ; 
Praife  him  ye  wat'ry  worlds  below, 

And  m  on  iters  of  the  feas. 

S  From  mountains  near  the  fky> 

Let  his  high  praife  refcand, 
Prom  humble      rubs  and  cedars  high? 

And  vales  ?   d  fields  around. 

9  'Ye  lions  of  the  wood, 

And  tamer  beafts  which  graze. 
Ye  live  upon  his  daily  food. 

And  he  expects  your  praife, 
io  Ye  birds  of  lefty  wing, 

On  high  his  praiies  bear  ; 
Or  fit  on  flow'ry  boughs,  and  iing 

Your  Maker's  glory  there. 

ii   Ye  creeping  ants  and  worms, 

His  var'ous  wifdorn  ihow  ; 
And  flies  in  all  your  mining  fwarrns., 

Praife  him  who  dreil  you  fo. 

12  By  ail  the  earth-born  race, 
His  honors  be  exprelr.  ; 

But  faints  who  know  his  heav'nly  grace, 
Should  learn  to  praife  hira  belt. 

Pause     II. 

13  Monarchs  of  wide  command, 
Praife  ye  th'  eternal  King  ; 

Judges,  adore  that  fov'reign  hand 
Whence  all  your  honors  fpring. 

14  Let  vigorous  youth  engage 
To  found  his  praifes  high  5 

'A  a  3  While 


254      ?  C  A  L  M     CXLIX.. 

-';rg  babes  and  withering  a^e 
bier  voice:  ;;y. 

1 5  T  t 

raife  ; 

G  i     is  the  Lord  ;  his  i  .rue  alone 
Deferves  our  end!    b  praife. 

t      Let  nature  join  with  art, 
all  propdunce  him  1 
I      faints  who  dwell  fo  near  his  heart 
Should  fing  his  praifes  beft. 

PSALM       CXLIX. 

Praife  Gad  all  his  faints  ;  or,  the  faints  judging    the. 
world. 

1  A    LL  ye  who  love  the  Lord,  rejoice, 
f  \^     And  let  your  (bags  be  new  ; 

Ainidfl  the  church  with  chearful  voice 
His  later  wonders  (hew. 

2  The  Jezus,  the  people  of  his  grace, 
Shall  their  Redeemer  fin?  ; 

And  Gentile  nations  join  the  praife, 
While  Zion  owns  her  King. 

3  The  Lord  tafces  pleafure  in  the  juir, 
Whom  finners  treat  with  fcorn  : 

The  meek  who  lie  de-fpis'd  in  duit, 
Salvation  fnall  adorn. 

4  Saints  fnall  be  joyful  in  their  King, 
Ev'n  on  a  dying  bed  ; 

And  like  the  fouls  in  glory  fing, 
For  God  ftiall  raife  the  dead. 

5  Then  his  high  praife  (hall  fill  their  tongues, 
Their  hands  {hall  wield  the  fvvord  : 

And  veng'ance  (hall  attend  their -longs, 
The  veng'ance  of  the  Lord. 

6  When  Chrift  his  judgment-feat  afcends, 

And  bids  the  world  appear,  Thrones 


P  3  A  L     I    CL  205 

'hroaes  are  prepar'd  for  1  I  his  friends 


\T7 


r  Th  iron  rod 

Nrr;  bel  : 

And  join  1  ence  cf  their  God, 

Oa  tyrants  d-o:n*d  to  bell. 

g  The  ;c   ;  I  (inn   r«  bound  in  chains 
ti  ium  :       [Ball  afrord  ; 

Such  honor  for  the  faints  remains  : 
Praiic  ye„,  and  l^e  the  Lord. 

P  3  A  L  M     CL. 

A feng  0  praife. 

'N  God's  ownhoufe  pronounce  his  praife, 
His  grace  he  there  reveals  ; 
To  heav'n  your  joy  and  wonder  raife, 
For  there  his  glory  dwells. 

2  Let  all  your  facred  paffion3  move,. 
While  you  rehearie  his  deeds  ; 

But  the  great  work  of  faying  love 
Your  higheft  praife  exceeds. 

3  All  who  have  motion,  life  and  breath  * 
Proclaim  your  Maker  ble'S  ; 

Yet  when  my  voice  expires  in  death, 
praiie  him  belt. 


The    Christian    DOXOLCGY. 
Long  Metre. 
/"TT^O  Gon  the  Father,  God  the  Son, 

X      And  God  the  Spirit,  Three  in  One> 
Be  honor,  praife,  and  glory  giv'n 
By  all  on  earth,  and  all  in  heav'n. 

Common  Metre. 

LET  Ggd  the  Father,  and  the  Son, 
And  Spirit,,  be  ador'ci,  Where 


zg6     DOXOLOGIES. 

Where  there  are  works  to  make  him  know*,, 

Or  faints  to  love  the  Lord. 
i 

Common  Metre. 

Where  the  tune  includes  i~.-cojJanz.as. 

I. 

THE  God  of  mercy  be  ador'd 
Who  calls  our  fouls  from  death, 
Who  faves  by  his  redeeming  wcrd, 
And  new- creating  breath. 
II. 
Topraife  the  Father,  and  the  Son, 

And  Spirit,  all  divine, 
The. One  in. Three,  and  Three  in  One, 
Let  faints  and  angels  join. 

Short  Metre. 
"^JTE  angels  round  the  throne, 

X        And  faints  who  dwell  below, 
Worfliip  the  Father,  praife  the  Son, 
And  biefs  the  Spirit  too. 

As  the  iiyh  pfrJm. 
"GW  to  the  great  and  1  acred  Three, 
The  Father,  Son  and  Spirit,  be 
Eternal  praife  and  glory  giv'n, 
Thro'  all  the  worlds  where  God  is  known, 
By  ail  the  angels  near  the  throne, 

And  all  the  faints  in  earth  and  heav'n. 

As  the  x&fithpfalm. 
t  ?  ^  O  God  the  Father's  throne 

j[        Perpet'al  honors  raife  ; 
Glory  to  God  the  Son, 
To  God  the  Spirit,  praife  : 

With  all  our  pow'rs, 

Eternal  King, 

Thy  name  we  ring, 

While  faith  adores. 


THE     END. 


T 


To  find  out  any  PSALM  or  part  or   a 
Pfalni  by  the  fkft  Line  of  It. 

A  Peg* 

A   LLye  who  ioye  the  Lord,  rejoice  29^ 

X\   Almighty  Ruler  of  the  ikies  :«7 

Amidft  thy  wrath,  remember  love  75 

Among  th'  aflemblies  of  the  great 
Among  the  princes,  earthly  gods 
And  will  the  God  cf  grace 
Are  all  the  fees  qv  Siort  fools 
Are  finners  now  10  fenfelefs  grown 
Ariie,  my  gracious  God  . 

PA  wake,  ye  faints,  to  praife  your  King 
B 
"pEHOLD  the  lofty  5iy 
JO  Beheld  the  lovs,  the  gen' sous  love 
Behold  thenlpn    1  g  fun 

Ad  the  fure  foundation-Hone 
:_JBerjkl  thy  waiting fervant,  Lord 
felei(  O  my  foul,  the  living  God 
JJlell  are  the  ions  of  peace 

::  are  the  ibuls  who  hear  and  knew 
Bierl:  are  the  unde^l'd  in  heart 
Bieil  is  the  man,  for  ever  hi 

[\  is  the  "an  whose  bowels  move 
Bled  is  the  man  who  i.  >lace 

Bleit  is  the  nation  where  the  Lord 


if    ih-LDRE^  in 

K^t  Come.,  childr 

sLord     67 

-.""'        let  our  vok 

es  join  to  raife 

J/9 

p  fumb     . 

hy  mighty  God 

iS6 

3und 

-aife  at 

*79 

Confider  all  utiy  foj 

■rows,  Lord 

240 

D 

-AVID  rejoic'd  in  God  his  ftrength 


Dur  hearts  let  us  record  133 


114 
§2j  Exalt  the  Lord  oirr  God  186 

F 

I^AR  as  thy  name  is  known  91 

'  Fatj  efs  thy  gertle  hand  243 

129. 
Firm  and  are  t.zey  S51 

Firm  v.  3      right  57 

Foe  Is  xt  .      u.y  26 

279 
For  1     rd.  i^ij 

From  age  i-o  aj  me  205* 

1  ikies  223 

Frbm  d;  bts         257 

GGod  ;  he  reigns  above    .204 
Glvz  thanks  to  G ■:.  j  his  nr.nJ§2oi^ 

Give  ■ 

Give  t  Lord  265 

269 
56 
160 
Goc:  -  nts 

■  ?e  5."<7 

'  youth  1 3  3 

. own  ■ 8 

2iO 

•  t  J24 

iy  king  121 

G .eat  God  attend,  v$n;e  Zion  fi  155 

.   GcmJ,  how  oft.dU  lir'cl  prov«  149 

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TAB       L      E. 

Vagi 

Great  God,  ina^:ge  my  humble  claim  i  15 
Great  God,  the       av'V&well  ordered  frame     41 

Great  Go                   '  - .      '.  '  134 

Great  Is  the  Lord,  ex£  i  ;ed  nigh  263 

Great  is  the  Lord  :  his  works  of  might  214 

Grezi  is  the  Lord  oar  God  qd 

Great  fhepherd  of  thine  IJmsl  150 
H 

HA  D  not  the  Lord,,  may  J/J-V  fay  250 

Happy  is  he  who  fears  the  Lord  216 

Happv  the  city  where  their  Ions  280 

Happy  the  ma^i  to  wham  his  God  60 

Happy  the  man  whole  cautious  feet  5 

Kear  me,  G  God,  nor  hide  thy  face  189 

Hear  what  the  Lord  in  vh'on  laid  -  163 

Kelp,  Lord,  for  men  of  Virtue  fail  23 

Pe  reigns  :  the  Lord  the  Saviour  reigns  182 

e  who  hath  made  his  refuge  God  170 

High  in  the  heav'ns,  eternal  God  70 

How  awful  is  thy  chaft'ning  rod  146 

How  did  my  heart  rejoice  to  hear  248 

How  faft  their  guilt  and  fbrrow  rife  29 
Howliojig,  O  Lord  mall  I  complain 
How  long  wilt  thou  conceal  thy  face 

How  pleafant,  how  divinely  fair  154 

How  plealant  'tis  to  fee  262 

How  pleas'd  and  blefs'd  was  I  24^ 

How  ihall  the  young  fecure  their  hearts  23  £ 

I       J 

JEHOVAH  reigns  :  he  d^lls  in  light  174 

J  Jefus,  our  Lord,  afcend  thy  throne  212 

jvjus  (kail reign  where-e'er  the  fun  \^ 

If  God  fucceed  not,  all  the  cofc  254 

If  God  to  build  the  houfedeny  254 

I  iif:  vx.  foul  to  God  n 

I'll  b  e&  the  Lord  from  day  to  day  65 

I'll  prane  m)  Maker  with  my  breath  -  284 

I'll  ipeak  the  honors  of  ray  King  86 

I 


24 


A       B       L      E. 


I  love  the  Lord  :  he  heard  my  criei 
In  all  my  vafLccncr  bee 

In  anger,  Lo«,  rt 

In  God's  o  pronounce  his  praife 

In  Judahy  God  of  old  was  known 
Into  thine  hand,  O  God  of  truth 
joy  to  the  world  ;  the  Lord  is  cOiiie 
1  fet  the  Lord  before  my  face 
Is  there  ambition  in  my  heart 
It  is  the  Lord  oar  Saviour's  hand 
Judge  me,  O  Lord,  and  prove  my  ways 
;,  who  rule  the  world  by  laws 
are  thy  ways  and  true  thy  word 
I  waited  patient  for  the  Lord 
I  will  extol  thee,  Lord,  on  high 

L 

ET  all  the  earth  their  voices  raife 
Let  all  the  heathen  writers  join 
Let  children  hear  the  mighty  deeds 
Let  ev'ry  creature  join 

ev'ry  tongue  thy  goodneiS  fpeak 
Let  finners  take  their  courfe 
Let  Sion  in  her  King  rejoice 
Let  Z  .-r  fons  rejoice 

Long  as  I  live,  I'll  blefs  thy  name 
Lord,  haft  thou  carl  New-England  oft 
Lord.  1  am  thine  :  but  thou  wilt  prove 
Lord,  i  can  fuffer  thy  rebukes 
Lord,  T  am  vile,  conceiv'd  in  fin 
Lord,  I  efteern  thy  judgments  right 
Lord,  if  thine  eyes  furvey  our  faults 
Lord,  if  thou  doft  not  Toon  appear 
Lord,  I  have  made  thy  word  my  choice 
Lord,  in  the  morning  thru  fnalt  hear 
Lord,  I  will  blefs  thee  all  my  days 
Lord,  I  would  fpread  my  fore  diftrefs 
Lord,  of  the  worlds  above 


T      A      B      L      E, 

Page 

Lord,  thou  haft  call'd  thy  grace  to  mind  158 

Lord,  thou  haft  heard  thy  fervaru  cry  224, 
Lord,  thou  haft  fearch'd  and  feen  me  thro'      2;o 

Lord3  thcu  haft  (tan  my  foul  fincere  34 

Lord,  thou  wilt  hear  me  when  I  pray  1 1 

Lord,  'tis  a  pleafant  thing  to  i;and  174 

Lord,  we  have  heard  thy  works  of  old  84 

Lord,  what  a  feeble  piece  170 

Lord,  what  a  thoughtiefs  wretch  was  I  138 

Lord,  what  is  man,  poor  feeble  man  279 

Lord,  what  was  man,  when  made  at  firft  18 

Lordr  when  I  count  thy  mercies  o'er  276. 

Lord,  when  thou  didft  afcend  on  high  125: 

Loud  Hallelujahs  to  the  Lord  293 

Lo!  what  aglor'ous  corner-iton*  227 

Lo  !  what  an  entertaining  fight  360- 

M     •  . 

AKEPv  and  fov'reign  Lord  '$ 

__  Mercy  a&d  judgment  are  my  iQ&g  188 

Mine  eyes  and  my  deiire  53 

My  God,   accept  my  early  vows  276 

My  God,  coniider  my  diftrefs  23 $ 

My  God,  how  many  are  my  fears  9 

My  God,  in  whom  are  all  the  fprings  no 

My  God,  my  everlafting  hope  132 

My  God,  my  King,  thy  var'ous  praife  280 

My  God,  permit  my  tongue  116 

My  God,  the  fieps  of  pious  men  74 

My  God,  what  inward  grief  I  feel  273 

My  heart  rejoices  in  thy  name  5^ 

My  never-ceafii'g  fongs  {hall  mow  161 
My  refuge  is  the  God  ©f  love 
My  right'ous  Judge,  my  gracious  God 
My  Saviour,  and  my  King 

My  Saviour,  my  almighty  Friend  132 

My  Hiepherd  is  the  living  Lord  47 

B  b  My 


21 

277 

> 


T       A       B       L       E. 

My  fhepherd  will  fupply  my  need  48 

My  foul,  how  lovely  is  the  place  1  c6 

My  foul  lies  cleaving  to  the  dull  242 

My  foul,  repeat  his  praise  195 

My  foul,  thy  great  Creator  praife  197 

My  fpirit  looks  to  God  alone  1 1  3 

My  fpirit  finks  within  me,  Lord  83 

My  truft  is  in  my  heav'nly  friend  14 

N    . 

O  deep  nor  slumber  to  his  eyes  259 

Not  toourfelves,  who  are  but  duft  219 

Not  to  oar  names,  thou  only  juil  and  true  220 
Now  be  my  heart  infpir'd  to  fing. 

Now  from  the  roaring  lion's  rage  46 

Now  I'mconvinc'd  the  Lord  is  kind  136 

Now  let  our  lips  with  holy  fear  1.28 

Now  let  uur  mournful  fongs  record  .   47 

Now  may  the  God  ofpow'rand  grace  42 

Now  plead  my  caufe,  Almighty  God  68 

Now  mall  my  iblemn  vovvs  be  paid  1,23 

O 

OA11  ye  nations,  praife  the  Lord  223 

O  blelTed  fouls  are  they  59 

O  blefs  the  Lord,  my  foul  195 

Of  jufticeand  of  grace  I  fmj  188. 

O  for  a  fhout  of  facred  joy  90 

O  God,  my  refuge,  hear  my  crioc  307 

G  God  of  grace  and  right'oufnefs  10 

O  God  of  mercy,  hear  my  call  105 

O  happy  man  whole  foul  is  fiil'd  255 

O  happy  nation,  where  the  Lord  04 

O  how  I  love  thy  holy  law  232 

O  Lord  how  many  are  my  foes  10 

O  Lord,  our  heav'nly  King  15 

O  Lord,  our  Lord,  how  wond'rous  great  16 

Our  States,  O  Lord,  with  fongs  of  praife  43 

O  that  the  Lord  would  guide  mv  ways  2  57 

O 


T       A      B      L      E,; 

O  that  thy  ftatutes  ev'ry  hoar 
O  thou  who  hear'il  when  Tinners  cry 
O  thou  whofe  grace  and  juilice  reign 
O  thou  whofe  juftice  reigns  on  high 
Our  God,  our  help  m  ages  pair. 
Out  of  the  deeps  of  long  diilrefs 
Q  what  a  ftiff  rebeli'ous  ho'ufe 

P 
TJ-RAISS  waits  in  $ion,  Lord,  for  thee 
jTpraife  ye  the  Lord,  exalt  his  name 
frails  ye  the  Lord  :  my  heart  mall  join 
Praife  ye  the  Lord  :   'tis  good  to  raiic 
Pfeferve  me,  Lord,  m  time  of  need' 

R 

I>  EJOICE  ye  right'ous  in  the  Lord 
\_Remer«iber,  Lord,  our  mortal  ftate 
Keturn,  O  God  of  love,  return 

S 

SALVATION- is  for  ever  nigh 
Save  me,  O  God,  the  fwelling  floods 
Save  me,  O  Lord,  from  evVy  foe 
See  what  a  living  ftone 
Shew  pity,  Lord,  O  Lord  !  forg.ive 
Shine  mighty  God  on  all  the  land 
Sing,  all  ye  nations,  to  tke  Lord 
Sing  to  the  Lord  aloud 
Sing  to  the  Lord  Jehovah's  name' 
Sing  to  the  Lord  with  joyful  voice 
Sing  to  the  Lord,  ye  diilant  lands 
Songs  of  immortal  praife  belong 
Soon  as  I  heard  my  Father  fay 
Sure  there's  a  right'ous  God 
Sweet  is  the  mem'ry  of  thy  grace 
Sweet  isahe  work,  my  God,  my  King 
T 

TEACH  me  the  meafure  cf  my  days 
Th'  Almighty  reigns  exalted  'high 
B  hz 


TABLE. 

Page 

That  man  is  bleft  who  Hands  in  awe  214 

The  earth  for  ever  is  the  Lord's  50 

Thee  will  I  love,  O  Lord;  my  firength  33 

The  God  j              reigns  i3r 

The  God  of  glory  fends  his  fummonj  forth  99 

T. ie  Go  I                         i  .-a  hears  1 13 

The  God  to  wb  in  r^xengz  belongs  16 

The  heav'ns  declare  thy  glory  Lord  40 

The  Kin~  of  fainis,  how  fair  his  face  S7 

The  Lord  appears  my  helper  now  224 

The  Lord,  how  wond'rous-  are  his  ways  rqy 

The  Lord  Jeb&vah  reigns  1/5 

The  Lord  is  come,  the  heav'ns  proclaim  182 

The  Lord  my  mepherd  is  49 

The  Lord  of  glory  is  my  light  54 
The  Lord  of  glory  reigns,  he  reigns  on  high    175 

The  Lord,  the  Judge,  before  his  throne  95 

The  Lord,  the  Judge,  his  churches  warns  gj 

The  Lord  the  iov'reign  King  196- 
The   Lord,    the  iov'reign,   fends   his    fummons 

(forth  97 

The  man  is  ever  b!eft  4 

The  praiie  of  Sion  waits  for  thee  117 

The  wonders,  Lord,  thy  love  has  wrought  8  1 

Think,  mighty  God,  on  feeble  man  io£: 

This  is  the  day  the  Lord  hath  made  225 

This  fpacious  earth  is  all  the  Lord's  50 

Thou  art  my  portion,  O  my  God  230 

Thou  God  of  love,  thou  ever  bleir.  244 

Thro'  ev'ry  age,  eternal  God  i65 

Thrice  happy  man  who  fears  the  Lord  2iy 

Thus  I  relbiv'd  before  the  Lord  77 

Thus  faith  the  Lord,  the  fpacious  fields  95 

Thus  faith  the  Lord,  your  work  is  vain  So 

Thus  the  eternal  Father  fpake  219 

Thus  the  great  Lord  of  earth  and  fea  21 1 

Thy  merc:es  fill  the  earth,  O  Lord  2-35 

Thy  name,  Almighty  Lord  22- 

Thy 


TABLE. 

Page 

Thv  works  of  glory,  mighty  Lord  208 

5  li:  by  thy  forength  the  mountains  fhmd  120 

To  God  I  cry'd  with  mour:f^i]  voice  144. 

To  God  I  made  my  forrows  known  277 

To  God  the  great,  the  ever  bl'efls  203 

To  heav'n  I  lift  my  waiting  eyes  246 

To  our  Almighty  Maker,  God  184. 

To  thee,  before  the  dawning  light  229 

To  thee,  moil  holy,  and  moil  high  142 

To  thine  almighty  arm  we  owe  37 

'Twas  for  thy  fake,  eternal  God  131 

3Twas-from  thy  hand,  my  God,  I  came  272 

9Twas  in  the  watches  of  the  night  1 14. 

..    U 

AIN  man  on  fooiifh  pinafores  bent  206 

Unihaken  as  the  facred  hill  251 

Up  from  my  youth,  may  If/ el  fay  255 

Up  to  the  hills  I  lift  mine  eyes  245 

Upward  I  iift  mine  eyes     ;  247 
W 

'£  blsfs  the  Lord,  the  juft  and  good  126 

We  love  tiiee,  Lord,  and  we  adore  36 

What  (hall  I  render  to  my  God  222 

When  Chrift  to  judgment  doth  defcend  96 

When  God  is  n  gh,  my  faith  is  ilrong  50 

When  God  provok'd  with  daring  crimes  209 

When  God  reftor'd  oyr  captive  ftate  252 

When-God  reveal'd  his  gracious  name  255 

When  If/' el  freed  from  Pharcab,2,  hand  2i§ 

When  If/ el  fins,  the  Lord  reproves  148 

When  I  with  pleafing  wonder  Hand  275 

When  man  grows  bold  in  fin  71 

When  overwhejm'd  with  grief  112 

When  pain  and  anguifh  feizc  me,  Lord  243 

Whe»  rhe  great  Judge,  fupreme  and jufi:  19 

Where  fhall  the  man  be  found  52 

Wnere  ihali  we  go  to  leek  and  find  259 
B  b  i                       While 


T       A       EL       E. 

While  men  erow  bcld  i-i  ays 

While  I  keep  ulenc-  n 

(hall  afcend  ti                          :.ce  28 

bit  in-  thy  27 

Who  will  arife  and  plead  ir,v  right  177  • 

Why  did  the  Jesws  proclaim  their   rage  7 

Why  d'*d  the  nations  join  toil  7 

Whv  do  the  proud  infult  the  poor  94 

Why  do  the  wealthy  wicked  boaft  74 

Why  doth  the  Lord  Hand  off  fo  far  20 

doth  the  man  of  riches  grow  qz 

my  God  my  fool  foi  44 

Why  mould  I  vex  my  foul,  on  J  fret  72 
Will  God  for  ever  caft  us  clF                      .        140 

With  all  my  pow'rs  of  heart  and  tongue  270 

earneft  longings  of  the  mind  82 

With  my  whole  heart  I'll  raife  my  fong  19 
With  my  whole  heart  I've  fought  thy  face      239 

With  rev'rence  let  the  faints  appear  162 

With  fongs  and  honors  founding  loud  287 

Would  you  behold  the  works  of  God  207 

y 

YE   holy  fouls  in  God  rejoice  63 

Ye  iilan'ds  of  the  Northern  lea  183 

Ye  nations  round  the  earth  rejoice  1 36 

rvants  of  th'  Almighty  King  217 

Ye  f  uis  Of  men,  a  fet  b  e  race  172 

Ye  fons  of  pride,  who  hate  the  j  ift  93 

Ye  who  delight  to  krvc  the  Lord  217 

.Ye  who  obey  th'  immortal  King  263 

Y    tribes  of  Adatn   join  288 

Yet  (faith  the  Lord)  if  David's  race  164 


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